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Ruby Honeytip

(1970)

A Woman's Touch


You say my name.
Your deep voice slides through me,
And lands in my swollen depths.
You mean something to me.
My yearning for your love,
Opens a warm universe in me,
A testimony to the depth of my feeling for you.
I would enfold every part of you in my healing warmth,
I would make you see the other side,
Of all you have known.
And the light of loves understanding,
Would shine from you.
You would emerge from inside me,
A new man.
Strong, impervious to all,
But this woman's touch.

Ruby Honeytip
© 2013

Submitted: Saturday, June 29, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, November 19, 2013

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  • Khairul Ahsan (7/7/2013 5:50:00 AM)

    oooooh, what a nice poem to read! Much similar to my poem 'A Gentle Touch'.
    My yearning for your love,
    Forms into nectarous droplets,
    A testimony to the depth of my feeling for you.
    Yes, I can understand that quite well. (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (6/30/2013 9:01:00 AM)

    Men are like a garden that needs care and affection to produce the best harvest.
    Without, it becomes overgrown with weeds, and fruit and vegatables go to seed. (Report) Reply

  • Don Nguyen (6/30/2013 4:00:00 AM)

    Free style, like mine.
    I love your poems like fresh air
    I agree with your thoughts on women
    Who can bring out the best of men
    And also the worst of men
    I can be demon and saint at the same time.
    They are precious creatures!

    Keep up the good works!
    Thanks (Report) Reply

  • Ruby Honeytip (6/29/2013 7:25:00 PM)

    Nawwww....thanks WU: ^) You are always so kind to me and I really appreciate it. I have written a few that rhyme...but mostly what pours out of me doesn't seem to want to behave lol. I'll see if I can write one that follows a few poetry rules soon....love Roobs xxxxxx (Report) Reply

  • ..... W@king Up..... (6/29/2013 7:19:00 PM)

    Idk what it is about your poems, Ruby... You're just amazing! To me it doesn't matter whether your poems rhyme or not because they are all awesome :) good one, Roobs.

    -Wu (Report) Reply

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