The Meeting Place

The Meeting Place

You like to touch me there,
don’t you?
In the space where
the sun and moon collide
and contradictions are erased.
I run
into the tangled web of your fingers,
You hold my midnight
and release my morning.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

In so few words you create a beautiful poem. I like the words you used in the poem. Each line with purpose and strength. I like the ending. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

lyrical ethereal beauty~ this is innocent sensuality defined~ refined~

[Ed Hart]

it's not like i had a choice...i'm an old guy; it's time for my nap, my dear