Impulses

I try to touch you every way I can.
You've noticed how each time you're standing near
I find a way to put my arm around you.
When you're too far away, my hand will span
The space between us; if hands must be clear
Of bodies, then our heads will have to do,
And that's just when in public. As you know,
Whenever we're alone, contact will come,
With hands, arms, legs, and more intimate things.
I cannot bring myself to let you go,
And when I lack you, I make up that sum
By holding tighter when next fortune brings
Us both together. Lie with me, and touch:
There is no contact that can be too much.