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Touch Love

Touch Love

 

Touch my lips,

And my mumblings

Become coherent words

With which to worship

You.

 

Touch my eyes,

And I see you

With a passion

That terrifies

Me.

 

Touch my fingertips,

And my hand

Interlocks with yours,

To hold us, tightly gripped,

Together.

 

Touch my heart,

And I am yours

For ever.

◄ But Butt Buttt

Bliss ►

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Lenford White

Thu 27th Aug 2009 22:10

Hi Steve, great poem - I know exactly what you mean, which is always a plus in my book. Similarly could understand Langston Hughes, Wonderful poems. As it happens I had heard of langston, but not read anything by him. As it happens I am a Jazz person and like to capture this is some of my poems.

I thought that your But, Butt, Butt poem was interesting. Look on my blog. I wrote a poem about a big woman, on a train. Though from a very different perspective to you, I think. It's called Nintendo DS - Light.

Oh, see full version of My Hands Were Made Strong

Deborah Jordan Bailey

Wed 26th Aug 2009 20:21

sigh...lovely words. ..Deb

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Wed 26th Aug 2009 14:29

This is excellent, Stephen ... it comes across as really heartfelt...whether art or artifice, it doesn't matter.

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Francine

Wed 26th Aug 2009 02:04

Lovely poem Steve...
Your words capture the feeling of love for many.

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Isobel

Wed 26th Aug 2009 01:27

I would love to say a touching poem but you might think I was trying to be funny, so I will say poignant instead - very poignant.

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