Just Your Touch

Just Your Touch

As these words come out I reach to catch them

For fear they may destroy me

And all I’ve sought

To stand my ground

Unravels here before me

I’ve only caught a wind of you

It’s more than I can stand

You’re all the things

Made of dreams Luscious fruit

Forbidden land

I hold you close, you bite my lips

But blood you do not draw

Into a naked sky we dive

As passion drags its claw

My past has made its evil known

For you it’s done the same

Has scarred us both from head to toe

Life plays a funny game

But I will stand, I will not run

From you I feel so much

On winter days as cold as these

I warm from just your touch

© 11/6/1996, William Grant Preston

Grant's Rants - Poetry