Pansies (Lawrence)/Touch Comes—

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TOUCH COMES———
Touch comes when the white mind sleepsand only then.Touch comes slowly, if ever; it seepsslowly up in the blood of menand women. ​
Soft slow sympathyof the blood in me, of the blood in theerises and flushes insidiouslyover the conscious personalityof each of us, and covers uswith a soft one warmth, and a generouskindled togetherness, so we gointo each other as tides flowunder a moon they do now know.
Personalities exist apart;and personal intimacy has no heart.Touch is of the blooduncontaminated, the unmental flood.
When again in usthe soft blood softly flows togethertowards touch, then this deliriousday of the mental welter and bletherwill be passing away, we shall cease to fuss.

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