Touched

During my recent vacation, I read an Alden Nowlan poem, “He Sits Down On The Floor Of A School Of The Retarded” in which the poet offers this thought after an encounter with a mentally handicapped woman who wanted him to hold her: “It’s what we all want, in the end, to be held, merely to be held, to be kissed (not necessarily with the lips, for every touching is a kind of kiss”).

Question: Do you agree that all touching is a kind of kiss — and something that everyone needs?