Vernon Witmer Poet Prose Poetry

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Tenuous Love

Our relationship is tenuous at best. 
I know you by the sounds you make 
when touching me at night. 
Now and then, mid-day bright, 
I hear a thunder of applause. 
No doubt for your staccato dance, 
producing chance encounters 
on my mind without a cause. 
Showering me with sound that’s found 
inside each draft of air. 
I cannot tell you when or where 
but I feel it as a movement 
raising hair upon my arms. 
Stillness fills the sky. 
A calm of great power, 
felt within the presence 
of something that might end you. 
I have known your love this way. 
You know me in ways I cannot fathom. 
Our blood filling with the essence 
of each other’s life. I have spilled 
your moisture from my eyes. 
We speak with the same tongue, 
swimming in each other’s wake 
throughout our lives. 
Creeks and rivers and rivulets 
of passion draw us in, floating 
upon each other’s waters. 
Moving freely into spreading limbs, 
stomping our feet upon the surface 
of each other’s soul. I feel your touch 
upon my naked skin without, and then within. 
A touch that’s tenuous at best, 
moving with an unknown purpose 
I cannot pronounce. 
Moving through care that is always there. 
Shouting loudly, “I am here!!” 
Oh Love forever in the now, 
alone I come to visit thou. 
A future or a past you have not known. 
Your touch, shall in the end, become my own.

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