How Much Longer? - Poem by Crystal Tutson
The touch of your hands
the strength in your voice
the spirit in your soul
your decisiveness in choice.
Your wonderful image of a woman like me
your readiness to give, your readiness for love
your captive edge has caught me but
your freedom is symbolic of a dove.
The sultriness in your eyes
the arch in your smile
your perfect structured chest
is where I want my mind and head to rest.
How much longer must our souls dangle,
how much longer must our words tangle,
before we know the way to move ahead
or should we stop, pause, and see what else lies instead.
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