You warm me,
Not with cloak or shawl
Nor with sweaters of wool
Or quilted blankets
In nostalgic hue
But,
With the beautiful
Intangible
And ever irreplaceable
Thought of you
You touch me
Not with gentle brush
Of fingertips
Nor with the
Pleasing whisper
Of your lips
But you
Touch me
Like flesh can never do
In the beautiful,
Bittersweet
Satisfying
Thought of you
© Janet~
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!