His Phenomenal Touch Poem by Katellyne Baker

The simplest feeling known to woman-kind,
the feel of a feather upon my shoulder.
His Phenomenal Touch
upon the soft lips of mine,
paralyzes the darkness of me.

The sweet soft sound
of his deep angelic voice;
like a river swaying down
the cedar path lighted
only by the light of the midnight moon.
His Phenomenal voice
brings me back to being a child
being sang to sleep.

His eyes so warming and dark;
so friendly and understanding,
and welcoming me safe into his arms.
His Phenomenal eyes
see's right through my mind
as if he knew something...
something i didn't know he knew about me.

The sight of him
in my well being,
His Phenomenal prescient
like standing side by side with
my guardian angel.

That's who he is
by his Phenomenal touch...
My one and only.
Haydn.