Touch Poems
Good morning, darling
by J. Burgess
Lying in bed I think about you,
your pretty hanging plants and air-filled apartment
and your big eyes. Its midday, and rushed
I admire the thought of another noon
bathing in awe and elation
just existing in a particle and swing,
of synchronous touch. Your wet mouth
and the pacing heart beating out any responsibility. Lay
still now to breathe smoke from a cigarette, one big exhale I see you smile through smoke, telling tales of love with half whispered sleep. Despite the falling snow
you land on my white body like a delicate drop, quietly
......
Climax in Night
by Filip Hammarström
Graceful and soft, touch of an angel
With skin like cotton, and sounds of heaven
Blankets curling, creasing, moans of pleasure
Divine is the moment, sensation is holy
Embodiment of amor, the two of us alone
I’m on my way, together we’re closing in
The night’s in climax, moon high in sky
Divine is the moment, sensation exploding
......
Good morning, darling
by J. Burgess
Lying in bed I think about you,
your pretty hanging plants and air-filled apartment
and your big eyes. Its midday, and rushed
I admire the thought of another noon
bathing in awe and elation
just existing in a particle and swing,
of synchronous touch. Your wet mouth
and the pacing heart beating out any responsibility. Lay
still now to breathe smoke from a cigarette, one big exhale I see you smile through smoke, telling tales of love with half whispered sleep. Despite the falling snow
you land on my white body like a delicate drop, quietly
......
Climax in Night
by Filip Hammarström
Graceful and soft, touch of an angel
With skin like cotton, and sounds of heaven
Blankets curling, creasing, moans of pleasure
Divine is the moment, sensation is holy
Embodiment of amor, the two of us alone
I’m on my way, together we’re closing in
The night’s in climax, moon high in sky
Divine is the moment, sensation exploding
......
