TouchA Poem by Paul PruettDPEWHer fingers have a hold of my soul. Gentle iron that will ne’er release me. Time nor distance nor the physics of God’s universe can keep us apart. Late at night or days upon end I hear her call. Across the great divide of the land. Our souls are one. Entwined, seemingly thus forever. It seems I can not escape. Do I wish to? No. Stretch out you hand once again. Bless me with your flesh. I shudder at the mere thought of it. A tear leaps to my eye without it. Do not deny me. I fall to my knees. A goddess come down, gracing me with her silken touch. Do so thus forever.
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1 Review Added on August 8, 2014 Last Updated on August 8, 2014 AuthorPaul PruettAboutI am a former actor now a restaurant mangager who inaddition to writing poetry, which I have been doing all my life, I also write short fiction and screenplays. more.. |

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