A soft touch
I am one
I have one
You will know me
I swear it
By my soft touch
Though you are anything but
A soft touch yourself.
Hold me in your hand long enough
And you will take my shape
Loosen your hold
Feel
What I am
Whatever I am
I will warm to your touch
You will warm to mine
You are soft
You will say
I won't argue
Won't say a word
You are soft;
I know everything about you
I have become you.
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38 Comments
great pic to go with a nice poetry! :D
ReplyDeleteNice!!
ReplyDeleteAloha Sandy
Interesting photo. I don't understand your poem this time. . . but perhaps that is ok. Maybe reading it another day, I will . . . maybe not. It's enough to know you do.
ReplyDeleteWhat a fine poem, Sandy. I've read it several times with great interest, the words follow one another in a fantastic soft music. The photo is nice too.
ReplyDeleteinteresting poem, it has lots of levels of understanding and meaning and rhythm to it...like the photo also.
ReplyDeleteOh Sandy, this is wonderful! Love comes through every line.
ReplyDeletebeautiful snap with nice poem.
ReplyDeleteVery nice water capture!
ReplyDeleteThis poem is so beautifully multi-layered. It's sensual, and yet, it has a PG rating. I love it Sandy.
ReplyDeleteThe two shall become one, in love. Beautiful, Sandy.
ReplyDeleteHi Sandy, Reading most everyday. Just cutting down on comments. Great stuff. Pappy
ReplyDeletei can feel your words, they send warming sensations down my synapses!
ReplyDeleteLovely and tender.
ReplyDeleteLovely.
ReplyDeleteperfect match. the water adjusts to its environment.
ReplyDeleteA great take on the prompt, and I loved the pic.
ReplyDeleteTouching poem.
ReplyDeleteSuperb.
ReplyDeleteI got the shivers reading this. I really like the secret quality.
ReplyDeletePerfect poem, perfect time. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteHi Sandy, your Old Man is a lucky good guy. I am glad that you know every thing about him. (or that the writer did his/heer mate/lover)
ReplyDeleteThat's they way it should work, thank you,
..
.. without graphic vocabularies it is not easy to write a sensual poem ..
ReplyDelete.. this is lovely ..
cleave and melt
ReplyDeletemelt and cleave
dust to dust &
mist to mist
I am not sure which I love more the pic or the poem! I would be a a proud owner of both on display in any house of mine! Well done My Dear Friend!
ReplyDeleteSandy, I love the new look of your blog. This poem is lovely. So much sensation carried deeper and deeper.
ReplyDeletemaybe those are two who know each other well...
ReplyDeleteYour poem is very touchy feely, very tactile.
ReplyDeletequietly. lines in the sand disappear. you will take my shape though i have none.
ReplyDeletei keep coming back to this poem...
Lovelyyy...
ReplyDeleteVery thought provoking lines you've written here. So true about any intimate relationships as they have their layers of complexity and mystery to them.
ReplyDeleteSandy, that is just... hot. Wow. I mean... just wow. I don't dare say anything more than that.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely beautiful! Such a way with words and thoughts.
ReplyDeleteanyd, lovely as always. You have a way of saying words that shake the soul. Your Photp is breathing. I always come by to see what you are doing even if I don't always comment. Well done my friend.
ReplyDeletelove, Melanie-bd
Wonderful words. Water is a good example of the shaping and molding formed by touch...
ReplyDeleteI love the picture and the poem is a great take on the word.
ReplyDeleteDear Sandy--
ReplyDeleteLovely, lovely words! I know that kind of transformation, where eventually all the rough edges are taken off between two beings of any ilk!
Thank you--great image too!
your words seem to circle about in my mind moving toward such a lovely center of being known as we all truly hope to be known
ReplyDeleteAgain- lovely match between picture and words. You captured the prompt beautifully
ReplyDeleteThanks for being here.