I have been kissed
Not of lips
I have been touched
Not of skin
And I have felt those finger-tips
Ravage, caress
A world within
***
The utterance of wordless thought
Traverses eons obscurely
Yet keens the pen, jot upon jot
Touching the page in poetry
***
To quell the trembling of its touch
Would be to still the surging sea
Or quench the intangible rush
Rousing the want of life in me
***
Yes, I have been kissed
Not of lips
And I have been touched
Not of skin
The climax of a moment
Spills in heart-beats
Whisper-thin
***
The utterance of wordless thought
Traverses eons obscurely
Yet keens the pen, jot upon jot
Touching the page in poetry
***
To quell the trembling of its touch
Would be to still the surging sea
Or quench the intangible rush
Rousing the want of life in me
***
Yes, I have been kissed
Not of lips
And I have been touched
Not of skin
The climax of a moment
Spills in heart-beats
Whisper-thin
J~
Yes, you are Intangibly Touched!
ReplyDeleteAh, should we all be.