Treasure Island

MacGregor Tagliaferro


And A Softness Came


And a softness came from her touch
And I set aside my old tragedies
And let the touch fill me
Full to the bone

Now what comes next
Do I write about
How that touch touched me
As none ever had

But that has been written
Before and often
By much better poets
Than this cowboy

Or do I write about
How I miss that touch
But to what purpose
To wallow in self pity

I could write about
How I fell in love with the touch
How love made a fool of me
But I have not the strength

How about this
Her touch came to me
And it lingers still
At least I have that

Submitted: Friday, November 30, 2012
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For my Muse July 2012 out West

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