Your Touch

Your Touch


Your touch, a hearty slap on the back.

Your  touch, a feathery  touch on the arm

May send electric passion through the lines

Your touch, a brush of lips on lips

Sends me through heavens doors  to adore

Intimacy new in your feelings for this man.

Gentle touch of a new born child’s hand

Hope for tomorrow in this troubled land

Perhaps a new consciousness across the span

Time forgotten, time where man did not plan

A new respect for the land on which we stand.

A new touch, spreading can begin again

A touch of the human heart spirit and soul.

Oneness with all life, cast the seed to the winds

A connection, new awareness, life we know.


Carl James


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