Gershon Wolf Poet Free verse

The Thrill of Her Hand

The thrill of her hand slipping into yours
     or her cheek searching out your neck

  That weakness in the back of the knees
     the lump in the throat that can't be suppressed

        ~ How did I let these memories evanesce

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Juliet Ligon January 19, 2023 at 11:25 AM I too often forget the thrill of that first touch. It's important to recollect the value of those things to appreciate what you still have (assuming you're still with them.)

Michelle Faulkner January 13, 2023 at 2:28 PM Hopefully those memories can still bring a thrill~

Michael Tor January 12, 2023 at 12:22 PM Special memories for sure Gershon. They bring us back to life when remembered...