Touch… #Poetry

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When you touch me
Time runs
My skin boils to screaming point
Each fingertip pressure
Sacred joy remembered
You trace my dreams
with scenes of wonder
Love, free from restrictions
made by hollow minds
Where frozen air fills time and space
A screaming point of a different kind
I am called back from dreaming
by warm hands touch…

© anita dawes 2020

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