Touch
I desire to
measure your skin
slowly with my fingers
to gently brush your arm
blending our colors together
white and black
to touch you
just to capture your attention
to hear you whisper
please, come closer...
I wish to share sleep with you
wrapping my dreams around you
taking us to a world
that requires no apologies
for a deep intimate bond
and uninhibited imagination
becomes more torture than virtue
as our past and future merges
choking our air
with trembling tears of joy...
I want you
memorizing you
deep in my blood
in my skeletal bones
within my skin
I see you in my eyes
when I gaze into the mirror
I dream you into reality
I am only half a soul
without you now...
I am now lost in the days
in thoughts of marriage
and we choose
our means of touch
putting geography behind us
removing the blinders
and embracing our touch
that is temporarily denied us...
~ ~
Copyright © Ken Carroll | Year Posted 2014
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