The Freedom in a Touch
No walls between the hand and heart,
No chains of rank or learned art.
Just fingers poised in gentle grace,
A sacred pause, a healing space.
No scripts to read, no codes to bind,
Just trust in what two souls can find.
In silent touch, the stories fade,
And something soft, yet strong, is made.
A whisper through the skin, a flame—
That none need wealth, nor title, name.
The power lies in open palms,
In shared stillness, healing calms.
It’s freedom from the fear of pain,
The kind that speaks through blood and brain.
A birthright held in flesh and bone—
That none need suffer all alone.
So Bio-Touch, with simple grace,
Becomes a truth we all can face:
That love, not locked behind a gate,
Can flow from hand, and liberate.
