Poem: TOUCHÉ
In my every cell I find you
Feel you surging through my blood
Throw myself into the wild liquid of your love
Lost now in our after glow of morning
I find memories of who we were
Like wild flowers woven into the golden of your hair
Transformation creates this magic, being in the bliss.
Who care’s its the moment captured,
Our first ever loving kiss.
Four wings in silver shining
We are angels brilliant bright
Heavens calling us to table each and every night.
Yours, mine and all who seeking
Fly with us, hand in hand.
This day now draws to slumber
The morning bright your band.
Brings gold, brings stars, brings light and more
The waves they crash and cry and roar
The liquid sea, the love, the moment, me you and it all.
We gently touch caressing call
Touché Cherie
