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A Touch
What exists on earth but this?
The simple caress
of heated flesh on anointed skin,
in a kindly moment.
Lost in thought
far from here, far from now,
but existing at the pinnacle of humanity.
My hand carefully traces yours
I have meaning in this world,
if just for a moment.
The simple caress
of heated flesh on anointed skin,
in a kindly moment.
Lost in thought
far from here, far from now,
but existing at the pinnacle of humanity.
My hand carefully traces yours
I have meaning in this world,
if just for a moment.
Published 20th Feb 2010
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20th Feb 2010 7:52am
This is a poem I wrote at least a year ago and I only made minor changes to it. I may at some point rework this in some substantial way.
Anonymous
20th Feb 2010 9:14am
tender one, really what else is there other than human touch:-)
Anonymous
20th Feb 2010 7:28pm
beatiful precious moments captured perfectly here....
Well done
Steven
Well done
Steven
