Touch
Hearts and hands
Closest breaths
Draw near
Stroke away
With honey whispers
My fear
Tingle feathers
And flower petals
My way
Secret myths
Of grace and love
You say
O bleeds my heart
A touch
My lips to know
Light footed to the hills
Beloved
Let us go
Hear it
In silence
Whispers He
And a touch
Brings Him close
Nearer to me
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