so slowly I
with trembling hand
unsurely reach
and gently touch
and wait to see
if you will move
away from me
or with still stay
may I move
slowly glide
softly now
touching you
learning now
the flow the shape
of the forms
that I behold
will you perhaps
more closely move
that my touch
may more feel
and together we
will then embrace
together caress
and then learn
of those things
before now hid
and to share
freely give
This poem is excellent, and I
This poem is excellent, and I do mean excellent. The language is beautifully deployed, with no verbs weakened by the insidious "do/does/did" attachment.
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