Tactility

Tactility

Electric spark of hands charged by touching.
A finger brushed across a lip, just a trace
An ear lobe slightly tugged arousing in me
Build-up of tenderness indescribably
A charged moment-No way to convey across
Electronic time that won’t sing in wires.
Only there for those who care
Eyes rimmed wet indescribable kindness
No way to convey with electronic blindness
Your Presence is required my tactile love
Carl James
9-2-17

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