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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.
Deborah Jordan Bailey
Wed 26th Aug 2009 20:21
sigh...lovely words. ..Deb
This is excellent, Stephen ... it comes across as really heartfelt...whether art or artifice, it doesn't matter.
Lovely poem Steve...
Your words capture the feeling of love for many.
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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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