Youth and Winter
I touch your eyes and feel your stain,
I touch your heart and feel your pain,
I touch your lips and feel your mane,
I touch you hair and feel the grain,
I touch your chest and feel your flame
Your hand touches mine,
Wanting all and find awe,
I wonder what it was all for,
Then I remember why it was,
First love of what I feel,
and then again it's what one does.
The purpose is not explained,
What exactly is going on in my brain.
For youth and Winter cannot mix,
and yet between the powers fixed.
A wanton soul does kiss
the mind in turn runs away,
to come back another day to try.
And play again you see
What lies between us Be
Copyright © Marilyn Williams | Year Posted 2015
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