When we touch you, dear, at break of morn, and ne'er forget,
Still you, unyielding, do not touch us back, and our hearts fret.
Like fingers dipped in honey's sweet embrace, then licked,
A single touch leaves us yearning, souls afflict.
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Like a finger dipped into honey vessel and licked, A little touch keeps us yearning and missing The time i vowed never to touch you again, You made me lonely and my fingers came searching, an endearing poem of love and touch. and its necessity in life and love...... wonderful poem. tony
A refined poetic imagination, Linus. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.