love, poetry, touch, women, writing

A Sunlit Touch

My hands

Resplendent

With informed strength

Working with 

Your tension

My motion

Unwinding the strain

That you carry within you

An emptiness

A cessation

Of anxiety

A fulfilment 

Rushing into 

Your skin

My touch is so sure

Defining

All that you are

The care of surgery

The art that caresses 

Words onto 

The page

Pinching

Stroking

Inserting

Tugging

I would

Make of your flesh

A poem

I would fill

You to 

Bursting

And 

Feed from 

The juice

Of you

Made

Ripe by

The sunlight

Of

My 

Caress

Then

Afterwards

Define

You

In

An embrace

Solid as

Bedrock

Safe from

Demons

Ghosts

In that space

Weep

Sing

Dance

Without

Moving

My 

Hands

Offer

It

All

All you 

Need do

Is

Ask

 

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