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Bog body
in the night bog
I part with my road
curious about other things
I lack philosophy enough
to understand bread
or the question of touch
Wiersze na temat: touch
Wiersze na temat „touch” na Poets.by.
Kissing gate
would a gate have equal share
in the translation between us
touching at first
and open as a road
giving both me and you
our own past
Sensate
her morning touch proves
an admirable strum
as ear to ear we perfect
the next letter
Togetherness
in my book of tales you desire me
not to speak
only to touch
a pair of shoes let alone all day
seldom complain
despair is an art
Unforgetting
A year into the pandemic, do I still remember how to kiss, or even to hug? Is it a muscle-memory thing, like riding a bicycle? I’ve forgotten whole languages, one lonely drink at a time. I barely remember what it’s like to be in a room full of strangers. Will we ever pretend that’s normal again?
last year’s pod
still holding on
to next year’s milkweed
Catching a Cranefly: linked verses
just one drink
catching a cranefly
in mid-air
how many months now
since I’ve held someone
missing you
the morning after
a hard frost
breath measured out
in small white clouds
buzzing
what the rattlesnake sees
in infrared
ah just to touch
that velvety skin
floating leaves
You-
Make me feel accepted,
Remind me it's okay to be broken,
Let me know I'm not alone,
Show me how it feels to be loved.
You-
Touch me like you really care,
Kiss me like you know I'm still afraid,
Watch me like I'm your favorite show.
You-
Love me enough for the both of us,
Hold me like you don't want to let go.
You-
Teach me how to not fake a smile.
You-
I love you.
Do You Mind?
I'm so sick of myself
For being afraid of you.
I swear to god, it's annoying.
But I can't help the things I do.
Hey, do you mind if I kiss you?
It's fine if you tell me no.
I just want to see how it feels.
(And those lips will NOT be just for show.)
Do you mind if I hug you?
I'm reliant on physical touch.
Your arms look very welcoming-
We won't have to hug all that much.
Do you mind if I love you?
It's too late to say I can't.
Cause I fell hard and I fell fast.
When it comes to you, I could go on a rant.
about me
I like the smell of you
The touch of you,
The taste of you
The sight of you
The sound of you.
This is me.
* * *
For me/ even for me
Who cant say a word to them;
there is, wherever I stand
a woman, in front of me
even a violet, or a bunch of ants is, for me. (I conspire with them)
and I touch her, my
hand a bamboo rake.
A touch
A touch has a memory.
A voice trigger old feelings.
Meeting again is like inevitable kiss.
Forgetting is a lie; Ignorance is the bliss.
The Misers
We were so fearful lest we give too much
And thereby wrench the sweetness from the song,
Trembled to look too deep or kiss too long,
And stood aloof when we yearned most to touch.
Oh had we been content, less passionate
For Love's eternity we had not lost
The least of Love's eternal hours, whose cost
We never dreamed until it was too late.
So was life stripped of even memories
To meet that time when we had no desire,
That day we looked and turned away shamed eyes,
Seeing but ashes where had once been fire.
No splendid shadows of a well-lost heaven,
But tearful ghosts of kisses never given.