A Touch Is Enough

Slipping fingers
a palette touch.
To bring me life
a hand’s enough.

Touched heart I
put into dreams
of what I felt to
not forget peace.

Laced fingertips
in with my own
I remember its
sensation sewn.

Come with me,
my heart carry.
As we grow old
in body weary.

Slip do colors I
project in tones
where a picture
I have is home.

I beg to leave it,
my spite behind.
It flies from me,
warmth I find.

What color shall
we bathe in soft?
To quinch anger,
for to send aloft.

Spoil me shall I
request it again?
A hand to touch,
yours my friend.

9 Comments Add yours

  1. Harley Unhinged says:

    ♥️🖤♥️🖤♥️ beautiful


  2. kristianw84 says:

    Gahh!! 😍😍😍

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Goodmorning and thank you. Lol. Many thanks Weigman.

      Liked by 1 person

  3. kristianw84 says:

    Good morning! 🧡 Always, Winchester!!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. this is incredibly vivid!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you very much!


    1. Thank you Taylor. 😊


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