Warm TouchA Poem by Qavah Simchah
Our fingers brush,
A brief warm touch, I know I'm safe, but Won't look up An innocent touch? No, You knew my skin; I know your hands Once pulled me in Now, our fingers brush For a brief warm touch-- How can you forget Someone you want so much? © 2014 Qavah Simchah |
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1 Review Added on July 3, 2014 Last Updated on July 18, 2014 AuthorQavah SimchahAboutI am a moment person. I love the little moments in life, the things we often take for granted. This is one reason why writing attracts me. Writing wants the moments. Writing demands that you observe t.. more..Writing
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