Your Touch

Short Poem

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Wind leaves my body,
Under the sensation of your touch
My eyes look for the fire,
In those golden windows of your soul
When your fingers run their errands,
In the strands of my hair
And as the gap between our bodies,
Approaches zero,
My eyes give up,
Their ever-lasting longing for yours
And wind leaves my body,
When ours touch