Our Hands Touch Poem by Dom Hunt

Our Hands Touch



Our hands touch and meet
Your fingers become mine
We walk and your hair flows
The scent of you excites me
Your smile lightens all
I seem to drift as I walk
Days like this are priceless
Yet every day seems like this
All these years have past
Still all is fresh
Words caress my soul
Voice like a song, uplifting
Movement graceful
It's something I can't describe 
Precious it is to me
Unaware of how you effect me
You walk ahead just slightly
I slowed I guess
To admire all of you
Thoughts rush my mind
Wave after wave
wash over weary mind
Freshen me once again
cleanse my soul, my heart
Can't tell you how I feel
It's bigger than me
I can't control it
Wish I had the words
At least I have it all 
If only in my dreams

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