A Gift Of Thought Poem by patricia McAuleyRamsden

A smile, an hand, a strand of hair,
A touch or glance that isn't there,
A gentle mouth, a guarded voice
Guard the need through need not choice.
Touch without touching,
Speak without talking
Walk alone in fields of pain
Revealing secrets to the evening rain.
There is desire in that non-embrace
A quiet caution in no caress
Curiosity and questions in knowing eyes
And the deepest truth in silly lies.
~ Pat McAuley Ramsden