Likened to an oval space
where I’m pressing to the wall
and move ’round its circumference
with caution and recall.
I sense it as a darkened play
just beyond my reach,
and substance in the shadows
are thin and disbelieved.
Her touch, in words, assuages fear-
a hold to ban the ill,
the empty holes and voids,
the impressions- touches fill.
Grip me with affection’s tongue
fast with lake and sun,
embrace me with your tumult
that leads us – come undone.
Such is this, caress’ way
in aftermath beyond,
a soothing wisp, a kiss she shares
and looming dark is gone.
Taps and Ratamacues 
this poem is exquisite. It’s like stepping into the middle of a tale of old. Love this stanza best: “Her touch, in words, assuages fear-
a hold to ban the ill,
the empty holes and voids,
the impressions- touches fill.” it says so much about the power of touch.
Thank you Melinda. I’m happy when poems resonate.
You expressed the power of love exquisitely. I always enjoy your poetry.
Thank you Cathy. I always appreciate your comments.
You’re welcome, John. 🙂