A Touch Poem by Pere Risteski

The whole blood in me freezes
in this century
which speaks so responsively
about the human soul
about the internal life
I want to shout
to stop the wind
― from your touch.
I'm wide eyed
because I learned to love you
the apples of my eyes are widened
because I learned to love you
the body in cold sweat
a guitar is heard
― from your touch.
I'm waiting the raindrops
in my hands
today I want to tread on tiles bearfoot
to give a sigh to the thunder
― from your touch.