Touch

Likened to an oval space
where I’m pressing to the wall
and move ’round its circumference
with caution and recall.

I sense it as a darkened play
just beyond my reach,
and substance in the shadows
are thin and disbelieved.

Her touch, in words, assuages fear-
a hold to ban the ill,
the empty holes and voids,
the impressions- touches fill.

Grip me with affection’s tongue
fast with lake and sun,
embrace me with your tumult
that leads us – come undone.

Such is this, caress’ way
in aftermath beyond,
a soothing wisp, a kiss she shares
and looming dark is gone.

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5 thoughts on “Touch

  1. Melinda Kucsera

    this poem is exquisite. It’s like stepping into the middle of a tale of old. Love this stanza best: “Her touch, in words, assuages fear-
    a hold to ban the ill,
    the empty holes and voids,
    the impressions- touches fill.” it says so much about the power of touch.

    Reply

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