Your Touch
And when life
Seems to have fragmented
Broken tiny little pieces
Suspending into the sphere of illusions,
As dew drops clinging
To a fray strand of silk
Waiting to be broken
And scattered among ground,
Evaporated
Never to be seen,
I feel your touch.
Pulling me together
As one droplet
Resting on your fingertip
To be tasted by your sweet lips,
We become one.
by: Tim Cannon
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