Touchings Poems


Premium MemberOpus 2025 Night Silences

two singular heartbeats
emergent with fluttering exhalations 
a tiny speck of time and temperature 
rushing nowhere beside falcons
pausing breakneck together
i hear her wet whispers kissing
caressing deep lidless eyes
my heart knows the latitudes
understands the lay of the land
bestows a feast of electric night
giving flowers of touchings
receiving tongues of fire
inside this temple of ancient desire
emergent with breathless silences
two singular heartbeats
Categories: touchings, memory,
Form: Free verse

Premium MemberMistress Covid Does Give It Takes Breaths Away-

I used to hold you in my arms, now  Covid says No
I used to kiss you on the lips, this I miss
I used to hold my grandchild she longs my parish arms
I used to shake and high five touchings of hands salutation

Covid doesn't give just takes breaths away

I used to fellowship with my fellow worshipers
Covid tell me now no more gathering
Tells me now how to follow my fellow humans
Government health community says now says must space ourselves

Covid doesn't give just takes breaths away

Standing/walking within 6 feet increments 
You wanna be 6 feet apart standing, rather than 6 feet under
If I sneeze you use to say bless you
I guess Covid already kissed us, now you spit out on us

Covid doesn't give just takes breaths away

I used to go to sports games band concerts
I used to attend weddings and funerals
Now it's less important I don't want to dance with Covid
She's a taker away of my breath
Covid doesn't give just takes breaths away


Then after dead what's next we'll touch, embrace the arms of Jesus
You see Covid my breath you can't have it my breath comes from God


6/6/20
©2020
Categories: touchings, analogy, environment, how i
Form: Dramatic Verse


Premium MemberMidnight Appraisals

Midnight Appraisals 

The overhead street lamp was our only illumination,
As night shielded our concealed touchings within the moment,
Yet we saw light in the eyes of the stars as they watched us,
Peering at lips pressing past eyelids in the shrouded darkness,
There was music inside the shadings, along with hot breathings,
Made for the late embracing hours of our youthful yearnings,
With astonished meanderings and midnight appraisals of young lickings,
We first saw the highlands of our explorations in the mindless kissings,
We first realized the apex of our desires in the brazen lovemakings,
With the closing of our minds and hearts, surrendering to the moment.
Categories: touchings, girlfriend, love,
Form: Free verse

Premium MemberLena Lane 1894-1912

Lena Lane
1894-1912

Dying at 18 was my punishment from God.
“Bless me Heavenly Father, for I have sinned.”
Johnny Barrow found the silk ribbon,
The only man man enough to look for it;
For I did not resist his insistent male charms,
That day in Turnbull, that rich awkward moment in time, 
When two decided heartbeats and one determined hand, 
Found the scented red ribbon, 
Concealed most discretely upon my airy bosom.
Shame and sin indeed found us receptive that day;
He and me, staring awestruck at blue sky and white skin;
But I am fine with this legacy of private meetings,
And alas, private audacious touchings;
If only kindly Estella knew, poor sick soul;
Johnny really loved her; all the stars above admit that.
But Johnny wanted me, desired me with wanton civility,
Wanted me for the grand games we played in secret,
Touching games, grand groping games,
In the hidden lacey canyons of Turnbull.
If only kindly Estella knew, that poor homely thing;
Poor sick and disheveled girl!
Over there in your shriveled grave!
I took your boy, Estella!
I took brown-eyed Johnny Barrow, 
And branded him with my fiery mark!
Categories: touchings, love,
Form: Epitaph

Off the Touchings

Many my the  dealings  for  wasted
Heavy my the  soaked  feelings though tasted
The  first  comes  
And the third  guns  eye
Off the  touchings  from the  deep  graved
For it  did  you  not  the  second  
But  the  befored  somehow  gone
And  dig  the  eye  done .
Life lines ,
And  already  the  lives  die 
Up  supremacy  beneaths  the  sights  
Then  such  highs  pour  eye
As  dying  as
And  that  my saying  says
Categories: touchings, forgiveness, sad, sorry,
Form: I do not know?


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