Touch It

TOUCH IT Touch it I won’t bite Or shrink like Rotting fruit Touch it Quietly With your mind Soft and slow Touch it Raw flesh wound The dark night Of my soul © Kim van Breda—30 November 2015

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Francis Osho

Date: 12/10/2015 8:08:00 PM

romantic minimalistic. love kim

Dalia Shahein

Date: 12/5/2015 6:59:00 PM

Wow kim this is so beautiful and intelligent poem...I really love the meanings that it's holding anc really glad I've got the chance to read it...Enjoyed doing that... Hugs :D

David Meade

Date: 12/1/2015 11:30:00 AM

These wounds run deep and never fully heal in a lifetime, festering up at unexpected times . . . but as John of the Cross in his poem, the "Raw flesh wound" will not only be gently touched but embraced and healed . . . loved the poem

Emile Pinet

Date: 12/1/2015 10:46:00 AM

This poem is about human feelings and it plays with words to hint at the story underneath the weight of all these witty words. Emile.

Kim Van Breda
Date: 12/1/2015 10:54:00 AM

Thanks Emile. Yes that pretty much sums it up... ~~X~~