Touch Me
Touch me, and flesh rises
To meet fingertips in anxious
Anticipation of one that knows
The secret places
Where all life begins.
Where moistened energy drips in
Life’s sustaining juices that
Secret place where love is born.
. . . touch me right there.
. . . touch me.
. . . Touch my heart.
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2 comments:
Beautiful poem my brother. I love the combination of simplicity and power.
In Lak' esh, my brother, touching love...
:) I like this one too.
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