Touching
Touching, is that open-hearted way,
that you laugh and cry all at once.
I see you, a you
made visible to the living moment.
You reflect light in dark eyes,
hide nothing,
give yourself away.
If I could love you more,
I should have to become rain
upon your lips,
for days I would gently
pour out into you.
And
that last drop of me,
would find itself in a full cup
of sadness and joy,
an chalice
from which, only lovers may drink from.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
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