Touch

 

Touch

 

Touch me like I’m precious,

I starve for it.

Feed me.

Hands in my hair,

Look into my eyes,

Do you see me now?

Black moons, pools of depth,

Starless universe of my soul.

Could you get lost there?

Nothingness is but a disguise for infinite possibility.

But without sunlight and water,

The flower withers and dies.

Kiss my mind if you understand.

Touch to feel, feel to know, know to love.

 

© 1/17/02

 

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[EILEEN McGUINNESS]

Like the garden of eden temptation grows ever stronger for the aching soul which wishes to quench their desire and thirst for the lust of a princess or angel you yields to the highest bidder.