Touch It
TOUCH IT
Touch it
I won’t bite
Or shrink like
Rotting fruit
Touch it
Quietly
With your mind
Soft and slow
Touch it
Raw flesh wound
The dark night
Of my soul
© Kim van Breda—30 November 2015
Copyright © Kim Van Breda | Year Posted 2015
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