This is for those who need for or yearn to connect, and distract themselves with talk of money or push you away with the clever quips. The last line is a reference to- He wished for cloth of heaven by W. B. Yates. there is an opportunity in connection to talk of deeper things, of dreams.

Do not be scared.

When I touch your heart.

– mine beats just the same.

Though there may be a chill, in this open room.

My ungloved loved body, feels better your naked touch.

And oh!  This clumsy world

We filled with staccato beats.

But under, there lies a rhythm.

Let me feel you with this gentle hand.

And our body music,

 will play on threads of gold and silver light.