The touch.

A poem about a moment that I had with my lady.

The touch.

It may have been completely accidental but it stuck with me.

Their we were.

Sitting on your bed, watching TV.

When your arm slipped and your hand fell into mine.

I expected you to quickly grab your hand and pull away.

But you just sat there.

Continuing on what you were doing.

Not even noticing the event that had occurred.

Such a soft frail hand.

Like smooth glass with resonating heat.

The skin, like an angel’s hug immediately enveloped my senses.

Her palm, like the kiss of a goddess as her hand met with mine.

I dont know if it was my mind playing tricks on me or if we actually had a moment there, but It was the most precious event that has occurred within the last month and a half.

And then, by raw chance, you were called away.

And our hands no longer danced together as one.

How I long to dance with you again.

Reviews

[Michael Wright]

Quite good touching really

[jeannemarie coulter]

an instant never forgotten...well written and enjoyed...

Their we were.

in the above line their should be there...

[Coyote Poetry]

Holding hands. Like the first kiss. Unforgettable memories.
"And then, by raw chance, you were called away.
And our hands no longer danced together as one.
How I long to dance with you again."
I liked the memory and the need to repeat the dance of hands. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Anél De Meyer]

This poem was really good. I felt it all the way, tugging on my heart strings. Great job.