In the light of her soft touch

To touch her
mascaraed eyes, kiss
her gentle lips, softness
runs through fingertips.
Golden hair, blonde
bodies touching, smoothness
breast against my cheek
touching the forest where dreams
are made, her legs dressed up
toes painted, naked for me
to see, just me, she holds herself
all made up so I may bask
in the light of her soft touch,
kissing her hand touching
my cheek warming
                          to her gentleness...

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A light that shines.

I see her hidden
behind dark glasses,

her radiant smile

walking towards me,

blonde hair says “Hi!

Remember me?

Perhaps we were meant to be

together, we talk over coffee.

Blue eyes radiate

joyfully dancing,

she smiles a whispy

blondeness, freckled arms

hang down, as if

we’d never parted.

A mosaic of recognition I hold

her hand, she gently squeezes.

I ring her that night

and again tomorrow,

wanting to hold her

touch her speckled skin,

follow each crease

from head to toe,

at last a light that shines before

me, I let her go on a promise.

That light I search for

echoes inside me,

in a dream I see her

laying naked, hair

hanging down, sun

spangled shoulders,

still I wander endlessly

in the darkness for that love.

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