My skin is deeper than is thought Depends on the way she is touched If she's to be touched like a Thing made void, emptied Then I will feel flattened If my skins been touched with tender intent Then my blood will respond Vivacious journey With dedication Springing like a wild brook Some hands have appeased and healed me Turned me into divinity Singing in tune with primordial nature, in a transcendency Echoing in the universe