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The Metamorphosis of Touch
Doesn’t pledge come before promise,
And promise before reward?
And before these must come the hint
The touch before the word.
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In the cool of the evening as the long shadows fall
We walk closer in the fading light
Your hand first touches
Then slips in mine
Each finger seeks its mate
As they become entwined.
So innocent an escalation
Which breaths the promise of forever -
That,
not only would you seek,
But more,
That you would hold my touch.
Such heartfelt longings
For the need to be held
And held as if forever.
What are sweeter dreams than these?
To find such heaven in simple pleasures.
I like it when your close.
Near,
As you are now.
Is it the soft,
Which seems to yield?
Or is it the touch
Feeling like spark to flame?
Or is it perhaps the step by step
As with all things
The anticipated coming measure?
From hand in hand,
To arm in arm,
To head upon my shoulder
Then your hair soft against my cheek
The sweet fragrance of forever
That the tilt of your head would draw your lips to mine
Lips parting in surrender
Surrender
Again surrender
The yielding of ones self to another
The forsaking of words
To taste with the heart
Drinking you in
Not to forget but to Remember
Forever
Let your hand be pressed against my hand
Like your lips upon my own
Pressed tightly -
Not soon to be let go.
Published 25th Sep 2019
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25th Sep 2019 11:29pm
BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN FOR IT IS TRUE ALL IT TAKES IS ONE TOUCH ONE KISS TO TRULY FEEL THE LOVE THAT BECOMES BONDED BY TIME ENTWINING THE HEART TO THE SPIRITUAL SOUL...
26th Sep 2019 9:38am
All who have felt it would know. A simple telling of the knowing my friend.
26th Sep 2019 10:48am
26th Sep 2019 2:23am
Yes, I do like this. A hinting, a longing, a remembering, of love both fleeting and eternal.
26th Sep 2019 9:40am
The simple beauty of love is that for which we all live. Thank you for sharing your thoughts!
26th Sep 2019 5:15am
Dear AJ,
I love the notion that a single touch morphs into something else which mushrooms into yet another something else. Lovely imagery. Took me on a very nice dreamscape. H🌷
I love the notion that a single touch morphs into something else which mushrooms into yet another something else. Lovely imagery. Took me on a very nice dreamscape. H🌷
26th Sep 2019 9:43am
Isn't love always the escalation of little things to something more, or something deeper? At least, this to me, is love's desire.
26th Sep 2019 3:53pm
I think love lives in those little things, though in my experience full of bread stick promises, easily made, easily broken. Love, as I've known it aligns itself closer beside loneliness. I'm learning liking myself is more important than loving that person, doesn't make me love them less, I'd just rather be without them and like myself than be with them and not. And strangely, that feels less pessimistic than it did when wounds were new. I find it odder still that years can pass and love still remains fresh. It's such a wonderful emotion. Thank you for this. You always let me indulge and get me thinking.
27th Sep 2019 00:30am
Thank you for sharing your thoughts which take me to places I'd not ventured to ponder. Indeed, a new and undiscovered side of love to me.
