Your Touch

Your touch
upon my skin, and more
entirely - this touch of yours
expands within my being

so insistently gentle
so consumed and ever-altering
fulfilled and so fulfilling
this loving warmth of thee

that takes the chill
and simply melts
the cold of icy climbs
to bring a flow
of springtime streams
into reality

at this, a time
that most would condescend
to call the fall
of all reality

yet more and more
through toils
and through the soil
of this ever-living earth
and all we are

this loving ecstasy
just has to be
the everything it is
for you have touched
the core of me

and somehow, my love
right now, somehow
the universe responds
in just this touch . . .


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