Pt 9 - In Touch Poem by Jane Sparkes

Pt 9 - In Touch



Touch me again with your wicked love.
Tainted caresses burn, and toxic memories tantalize a ruptured ray of hope.
Curve towards the sear and relish the long-cooled rapture again.
Relive and linger for just a second so when the truth does out
The scar that deepens can swallow the next waves of want right down.

Monday, February 8, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: memories
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