Faithful Touch Poem by Stuart Logan
Faithful Touch
My hand flies across skin coloured lands,
Driving me to live for what I love.
And my love for her lives long,
Though it fades in and out.
I smell the vanilla from her hair,
And I can almost taste it.
My life lives true now,
As I feel the mad rush of blood to my head,
I fall.
In love.
Once more.
Now I can live again.
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4/25/2024 3:17:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Truly beautiful, you a wonderful writer. keep up the good work braaahh.