Tingling with the memory of a touch,
A touch that felt warm with love.
Love that fills the heart with desire,
Desire that's left the hands empty.
Empty with only a tingling memory,
A memory of the touch of love.
A contest entry
- Open To Anything At All by Poetic Rage.
450 points, ended June 2, 2007, 54 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Again, so much expressed in these few lines...
taking the reader to places of the heart & mind.
Your style creates a rhythm and flow that leaves
an impression of what is left unspoken. Blue



