TOUCH ME

 

 

Give me your hand.

Let me touch your fingers.

Feel the softness.

Revel in its texture.

I’ve been alone too long.

Not feeling a human’s touch.

A human’s warmth.

I’m cold to the touch.

But a fire burns inside.

Come to me.

Touch me.

THE DEAD GAME

BLACK AS NIGHT

 

Black as night.
Dark as death.
The evil one has come
For me this night.

His eyes shine bright.
He sees me and more.
He walks the earth.
At night he’s the lore.

I cannot run.
I cannot hide.
He knows my secrets.
He knows where I hide.

The roses are wilting.
They crumple in despair.
No colors to lighten their mood.
Only black as they tear.

He has no footsteps.
He walks with the wind.
His body whispers past me.
His fingers brush my face.

He has me in his arms.
We take fight with the stars.
The man in the moon winks.
He takes delight in this game.

I close my eyes in defeat.
Wolf has won yet again.
His cold lips crush mine
As I yield to his touch.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME 

IN THE DARK

ALONE IN THE DARK

“I sit alone by the table.
I hear voices around me.
Sounds of movement.
Sounds of life.

I reach out.
I can feel the smoothness.
A plate.
A meal.

Smells waft by my nose.
Aromas of chicken.
Sweet smells of  pudding.
Smells of life.

What color is the food?
Is the sun shining in?
Are the faces around me young or old?
So many questions.

Questions I can’t answer.
I can never answer.
For I am blind,
Have been blind for years.”

The anguish my mother had faced
For most of her life.
Her sight stolen from her
At a young age.

The last part of her life
was spent in a nursing home,
suffering from dementia.
Life can be cruel.
Loss of sight.
Loss of colors.
Loss of faces.
Loss of memories.

 

A TOUCH OF PINK

 

A touch of pink in the night.

I do not need too much light.

I grow and bud in the dark.

Please take a walk in the park.

Can you feel me touch your hair?

If you cannot, please come near.

I sprout in the spring for you and me.

A prettier sight you cannot see.

DICHOTOMY

love-personal

 

 
DICHOTOMY

Shades of purple and green.

Colors so neat and clean.

Unfolding to the sun.

A shape perfect and fun.

It beckons to come near.

To smell its sweet, green hair.

You reach out to touch it.

In pain you turn from it.

So pretty to the eye.

It holds its sword up high.


Source:aurea