The Master's Touch - Poem by A.J. McKinley
I have greeted my master with this hidden frown.
Through storm lit eyes I have heard his sound.
The calling whisper of the night wind's song.
Dancing, enchanting me, bringing me home.
The rise of the moon is my talisman mark.
Across this land two souls do park.
In silence I await my deadly prey.
Awakening only when fear is away.
A solitary tear to which I cry.
A breathless kiss to my soul he replied.
Again, I greet my master’s touch.
With perfect love and perfect trust.
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