Touch me again, Life

sometimes
when you touch me
my skin comes alive
with a million eyes,
ears and tongues,
hungry
for the gifts
that you bring
with every stroke,
light or deep.

sometimes
when you touch me
I shiver, then melt,
as I remember
how it must have been
before I arrived
into this staccato world,
a glorious, naked form
without a name,
now clothed
and trapped
in frivolous accessories.

and I say to myself,
"Touch me again, Life."