Hap Tic Tac Toe Tile

Touch us, sang the polyps,
And the ocean obliged,
Laving them in its waves.

Touch me, moaned the lover,
And the lover obliged,
Caressing toe to head.

Touch them, yelled the children,
And the children obliged,
Giggling, sticky-fingered.

Touch nothing, whispered death
And the living obliged,
Leaving touching behind.

How touching, sighed nothing
To nothing much. What’s left?