Your Touch

[Namyh]

Your Touch

You touch and I’m left dangling on a string with heart expanding
and I do believe no angling will relieve me of its load for now I’m
captured, snared and raptured by sensations manufactured on a
countdown to a fracture bursting to explode.

Out blast the tingling impacts riding nerves to every synapse
telling knees and legs they might collapse upon this flattened
floor. I’m drenched in breathless breathing that now blinds my
heart perceiving why my lungs and mouth are grieving since
there’s oxygen no more

‘cause your aroma sends me reeling with hypnotic smell careening
into muscle, flesh and bone at rates which can’t be charted
and I would spend forever basking in your breath with everlasting
hope you’d never end my gasping only just now started.

And from this magic moment transfixed, I will find your image
did fix in my mind when Time does insist I have reached my end.
I’ll walk Eternity without the stumbling on legs and feet made whole
from crumbling ‘cause thoughts of you will brace my tumbling
down that breakless bend.

Namyh

[Erthona]

HH,

Could you ease up on the bold. I passed on another of your poems because of it. It is distracting and for me anyways makes the poem difficult to read.

Thanks,


Dale

[Namyh]

Dale - That should be better. Read on. Namyh