Today, when I was in my bed,
When I was still weak after sweat,
I didn’t want to read or to write,
I wasn’t sure if I was all right.
I closed my eyes and imagined you,
It was ten minutes past after two,
It was your time to rest and sleep
After having New Year's fling.
And I felt like tiny facile gauze,
Almost like spirit, came to me close
And touched my face, and then my eyes,
my lips, my neck...It was so nice!
It was so deep! It was so keen!
I felt like real this touch unseen.
I felt its motions in the air
And gentle playing with my hair.
Oh, I adored it and I knew
It was your touch ‘cause only you
Can love me deeply through your heart
And be with me when we’re apart.
Your touch
© Copyright: Lena Prosto, 2003
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