Midas Touch Poem by Rebecca Wiles

Midas Touch



Everything you touch, simply turns to gold,
my lips when you kiss me, my hand that you hold.
I melt every time you walk into a room,
like a budding rose, when you touch me I bloom.

You've got that midas touch, flowing through your veins,
every time you touch me you bring those sensual rains.
All my senses leave me with each heated gaze,
like a soaring fire, you set my soul ablaze.

Everything you touch, simply turns to gold,
like a sun-filled ray melts the freezing cold.
When the world confronts me, you're there to revive,
the touch of your lips and I know I am alive.

You've got that midas touch, in every breath you take,
melting my defences with all the love we make.
Letting go of all tomorrows, wrapped up in ectasy,
you've got that midas touch, deep inside of me!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rajaram Ramachandran 10 May 2007

At the end Midas prayed the Angel to withdraw the boon, when everything became gold, even his drink and food, not to talk of his lovely child, which turned into gold-So be careful in midas touch (Just for fun I wrote this-not to be taken amiss)

0 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success