The Ties That Bind Poem by Shameca Biggs

Like a feverish hunger; the need to touch and be touch sizzles and thrives.

It's sharp sting of awareness buzzing inside me as the bees and their hives.

To touch and be touched. To have and to hold.

To belong to as such. To depend on in old.

Like a feverish hunger; the need to bond with the soul, demands that we pay it's toll.

It whimpers and begs, claws and fights. I want inside your head. Into your sights.

Let's hug and hold hands.Let's listen and be heard.

Let's kiss and make love. Let's keep and preserve.

Like a feverish hunger; the need to touch and be touch survives.

It survives hate, pain and anger.It survives time. It survives fate.

Touch and be touched. It's never too late.