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

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Francis Osho

December 10, 2015 at 8:08 PM

romantic minimalistic. love kim

Dalia Shahein

December 5, 2015 at 6:59 PM

Wow kim this is so beautiful and intelligent poem...I really love the meanings that it's holding anc really glad I've got the chance to read it...Enjoyed doing that... Hugs :D

David Meade

December 1, 2015 at 11:30 AM

These wounds run deep and never fully heal in a lifetime, festering up at unexpected times . . . but as John of the Cross in his poem, the "Raw flesh wound" will not only be gently touched but embraced and healed . . . loved the poem