Touch me
I cannot hear you
Clarinets are way too loud
Crisp then warm, the breeze
Can you smell the rain?
Feel the grass between our toes?
So loud the tympani
Pounding in our bones
Trumpets blast like ice
Your touch, so soft
Your kisses, sweet
I hold you now
Hold me too
What colors do you see?
With eyes wide open?
And now with closed?
So far we’ve come
Long time has passed
Your face is older now,
the face I know, so dear
Many times I’ve
seen you smile
It never tires, that
sparkle in your eyes
So much glee springs forth
when you do laugh
at sillinesses I invent
We two, each one of us,
have suffered loss
and strain and stress,
disappointments many
But when I feel your touch
Hold you in my arms
See endearment in your eyes
There is no pain,
no sense of loss,
no fear of what’s to come
Tympani can pound
Trumpets slice the air
Flutes and clarinets chatter on
We are harmony and counterpoint
No melody do we need
Touch and taste and light
Provide for futures bright
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Tuesday, May 16th, 2017
Ogallah
KS
USA
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