A Poem: .Touch.

Also written the summer of '05. I was very angry when I was 17 and very lovesick. A lot of the things I wrote echoed that sentiment. Oh well, this is the last post and then I'm hitting up my leftover spaghetti casserole.

. Touch .
06.14.05

Simple, complex

full of passion and love

full of uncertainty

It means nothing 

to you

to me

it is everything

your kiss, your touch, your love

It gives me pain and sorry

a broken heart

it shatters my will to live

it picks me up when I am down

it makes me feel secure

A touch of love

          fire

A touch of hate

          intense

from you

given to me

I freely accept it

I lustfully long for it

I secretly despise it

© Jasmine S. Davis 2011