I try to Touch!!!

Your lips stand white
With the beauty of death
As it charms with
flawless depth

I draw forth to touch
The promising hail
To feel the softness
On my deaden palms
But you refuse me your keep
In the mystery’s wail

You motioned unending
With your silent gaze
As your hair leaps
In rosy pain

You bind my heart
With a golden cord
With no chance to glare
On your springful face

Your body flamed
With the salty grip
Which lay with the sunset’s dim
As it close its smile with
No hard feelings

Cleanse me of this lonely feel
Where I care to touch no more

MO.

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About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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