Touch Of Human Poem by Dorsey Baker

Its one room she rents
and calls it home
its cluttered
with gin bottles
and cigarette butts
there is a mattress on the floor
she shares
with her bulldog and cat
the refridgerator
is empty
except for bottles of gin
and ice cubes
the view from her window
is nothing but a wall
from another building
she feels real
depressed and lonely
when it gets dark
she has the bulldog
and the cat
but aint nothing like
the human touch
of a kiss
or a hug
and the pleasure
and the passion
you find
in the act
of making love!