I wanted your hand to hold mine
The way a poet clutches a pen
An artist gripping his brush
Maestro fingering his baton
I wanted the conductive energy to flow
Lifeblood pulsing through veins
Palm, warm and welcoming
Fingertips igniting a brilliant blaze of flame
Feeling your skin feed mine
An exchange of beautiful unspoken conversation
Where words are useless
Almost obnoxious
The silence need not be invaded
By anything
Other than touch
Another beautiful poem Susan. Glad to be able to catch your poems today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wanted the conductive energy to flow in the palm of warm welcoming. Beautiful idea is interestingly presented in this excellently penned poem...10