Touch
Touch it… it’s real… it can’t hurt you.
Feel the oh-so-subtle current that flows into your fingers…
know its somber acceptance of what must be,
even as the skin warms under your touch.
Share its desire to meet you in our special place,
the wilderness we share that is ours alone,
so that when our journey ends, and end it must,
you’ll glimpse eternity and smile.
Can you feel my heart? Merely touch your own
and you’ll know the truth.
21 comments:
Is it warm in here, or is just me? Perhaps it's one of those infamous hot flashes us middle-aged women are graced with....
Of course, I was just fine until I read this poem...and then a blush began in the center of my being and spread rapidly in all directions....
Whew! Maybe you better stick to humor, Bob. I don't think my heart can take it!
; )
No, it's not you Karen! There's definitely something hot flashing here. I also sense a great deal of warmth. Very touching...oops!
You truly have a big heart.
This is so moving. OH my goodness!
It's not just you, karen.
The main section could totally have been titled 'Ode to a penis.'
But it was a *good* penis poem, not a _bad_ penis poem.
(are we allowed to say penis in the comment section?)
This is such a warm touch - very sensual and nice (and I just posted something similar before I read yours - it must be something in the air).
Hey, everyone, thanks... I honestly hadn't thought of this piece as erotic so much as sensual. (Can you tell I'm blushing?) I was referring to a part of the anatomy located a little ways north of that inferred, but I'm thrilled that everyone enjoyed it, no matter on what level.
Special note to amuirin-- penis, penis, penis, penis, penis, penis, penis, penis, penis, penis, penis, penis, penis, penis, penis, penis, penis.
There... I have now officially written the word more times right here than its accumulated use in my life. I'm glad you considered it a 'good' penis poem.
oh thanks Bob, now I am envious...LOL and then hit the showers, tomorrow being another day and all...
Multitalented Bob. This is a lovely poem, I thought it was about sharing heartbeats and then I read all the erectile comments. I still like to think it is about hearts and that the rudeness is just a subtle and clever undercurrent. Lovely poem.
gingatao-- You're correct, actually. I was referring to a heartbeat. However, I can understand how, with the first line's construction and with my reputation for playing it fast and loose, how it might be interpreted in another manner.
poetman and gingatao, thank you both.
the wilderness we share that is ours alone,
great line...brings out he animal in us all.......
Thank you, Jodi... I appreciate the thought.
WOW!!!
I wish I got here sooner
all the good comments are taken
so I shall just say
me too!
klk
Hi, Kaylee-- That's good enough for me. Thanks...
I can't help but relate this to our recent camping trip at my site. LOL Sometimes we tend to comment on comments rather than the poem itself and they take on a life of their own.
Hi, Shirley... Yea, but that's totally okay, in my opinion. One of the limitations of the medium is the capability of inferring inflection, etc., and when a particular writer's 'normal' personality is filtered into a piece, sometimes conclusions can be drawn which may or may not his/her intentions. I think that speaks to the effectiveness of the piece, actually. So, I have no quarrel with anyone's interpretation. The most important thing is, everyone had fun with it.
lol
thanks for the clarification.
That's really odd because my first thought was not a penis but a strap on.
Anonymous-- That's why you're anonymous, because you don't have the balls to sign your name, so you have to rely on hit-and-run bullshit. Do us all a favor, child, go somewhere you can be appreciated for what you are. I'd suggest some teen chat room somewhere.
Happy V.D. bubba.
(this seemed like the perfect place to say that)
(see, I'm immature, but at least I own it)
amuirin-- Thanks, my dear, Happy VD to you, as well. And I wouldn't worry to much about the 'immature' thing... in my opinion, immature is mistaken for fun-loving. I'd worry more about you if you weren't a little immature... grownups just have too many problems!
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