THE TOUCH - A POEM BY A.H. SCOTT

The Touch
Touch of his hand against mine at sunset was divine Not some overheated twisting of passion was needed by either of us
It was nice to know a man whose hands could be so light upon my skin
His fingers traced my cheek, then my lips and I laughed in response
Touch me as we stand along the shore and I'm yours forevermore
Tenderness has a weight that a torrid tangle can never compete with
Sun's going down against the horizon
I walk with you and you place your muscular arm around my shoulder
I touch you with a peck upon your cheek
And you laugh in response to me.....
That single touch from you was all that I hoped it would be ...
- A.H. Scott
12/29/11