Touch Me

Early draft sonnet

 

Touch Me.

 

Talk to me; but let your noisy tongue be dumb;

speak only with your body; touch me now,

for touch speaks clearer than fine words which come,

and lip-laid kiss, real love will better show.

Thus, sensing meanings clearer than mere word,

I, caution to the wildest winds will throw

and, windbred, wingspread, joyful, having heard

the lovesong of your lips on mine, I know

all other conversation is absurd;

only your wild, wild, wildest winds will do;

cloud-couched I fly, a free gyrating bird,

which comes, to yield its life and love to you.

 

If such be joy arriving by your lips - -

Oh touch me, tease me, with your fingertips.

                                 John L. Berry,   15 November 2009

Reviews

[Marie Anzalone]

Nicely sensual and beautifully nuanced

[Bubo]

Talk to me; but let your noisy tongue be dumb;

Loved it..........beautifully written with such a delicious undertone!

[Jessica Mai]

This is so so beautiful. A picture speaks a thousand words but a touch can speak so much more. The message in this is so romantic and this is just so beautifully beautifully beautifully written. Awesome write John.

[Mischa Keats]

This was wonderful, very romantic. I'm not too fond of the last stanza, other than that, well done!

[Markymark]

Hi John,

Well this is a perfect epitome of what a love sonnet should be. It flows well, and should sing well accompanied by a lute. You knew already that the first stanza is an 11 versus a 10…right? Not that it matters on an opening line. You mentioned that this is a draft. Were you planning on adding to it? Just wondering. A delight to read John, really. It doesn’t need anything.

Don’t be a stranger…

Mark

[Sorry Infamous]

"for touch speaks clearer than fine words which come,
and lip-laid kiss, real love will better show." I could not have put it better if I tried. What a delightful writing to read.

[An owl on the moon]

This is such a lifting, sensual song, filled with love and the freedom of those intertwined, woven into each other. Line-by-line you create a world of touch that speaks and sings more than any words possibly could. Beautifully done...

[Emily B]

oh, John, this is beautiful, a truly worthy conversation between two people who love . . .

[Ed Hart]

Here's a piece of fun; and who wouldn't trade those rosters of words strung together by who knows what agendas for the ongoing sympathy and heart-felt joy and truth of touch, sweet touch... Ed