-Loves Torpid Touch-
Waves of love,
emanations in the air,
the flowing streams of flaxen hair,
this soak, of yellow fingered beams,
slipped into a dream,
lingers long within a kiss;
The tidal constancy of bliss,
drawn into an ebbing sea,
the languorous lethargy,
of loves torpid touch.
© Richard Michael Parker 2012
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