Touch

When comes the light,
the face hurts,
burn scorch inside.
Love call from,
afar.
Drove me out,
to the meanest dark.
Fall all over,
her majesty.
Hear those groans,
all down below,
touching my skin,
till i am whole.
Break me,
hold me,
kiss my skin,
touch me now,
till i am done.
Change that frown,
on my face,
to a sign,
of our place.
This sea between us,
has got to go,
evaporate,
with your radiant light.
Hold on tight,
through the night,
to thaw my heart,
for your softest way.



Poetry by Razel Davies
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Written on 2006-03-15 at 22:35

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