Touch Me Poem by Madrason .

Hungry my skin
so empty from within
i miss those little wings
especially during the springs
those smooth and tenfold
silken elongated bold
striking softly warm from cold
pressing all my pains away
calling for my identity
from the cellars of my memory
charring like the milky-way
charming with tranquillity
make me want to stay
for just another day
and another, and another
taking care of something unaware
caring truly for each other
a desert child, it's cries were wild
gets answered by a woman's voice
for loneliness is never choice! M