Miraculously
Dulled by years
a sense of touch
a stream of tears
nothing left, I feared
monotonous as weather
days melding together
no markers between
feasts of shoe leather...
you tip-toed stealthily
probing a hole in my armor
set me a-tingling magically
ruby lips enchanting me
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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