I want to get my hands on you.

I want to get my hands on you.  I want to get my hands all over you because honey, I’ve got the healing touch.  I’ve got the touch, sings Peter Gabriel and I believe him in that I believe it about myself I believe it in a way that makes me think I’m a guardian fucking angel sent back to earth to walk around in human skin and human pain to absolve you of your sins and indiscretions.  I’m here to forgive you because you can’t forgive yourself.  I’m gonna get my hands on your hips, my hands over your hands, my hands over your eyes, my hands along the sides of your face and I’m going to hold you until you heal, until you feel yourself filled with orange and yellow light that turns greener and greener the healthier you get.  I’m going to sustain you, I’m going to fill myself back up by touching you, I’m going to know that you’re going to be okay when I send you out into the world.  I just need to get my hands on you and you must trust me when I say everything will be just fine.