someone touched me when i was dead.
and even though life had vacated, they ignited sensors
massaged the blood flow through these veins
nervously revived the nervous system to pain
death did not remain
my eyes slowly opened – felt like the first sight from birth canal
fingers twitched, skin itched from numbness dissipating….
and then there was the first breath – deep and slow…had a sensual feel
deep aches from scar tissues – my real scars rested on my soul
and that takes time to heal…
my head slowly turned – eyes rolled towards the one that cared enough to touch me…
a dead one
and just as assured as i was that life would go…
they got up and walked slow – my heart was beating fast but time slow
i felt my breath slow – life go slow…
death come slow…
as they made themselves more distant
death came instant
my eyelids did bid a farewell
the last sleep…
my lips uttered “please” ….
if only a touch from them would come
i would not have to rest, peace.