Imagine the feeling when you use your touch to communicate with somebody you love (you can touch yourself too – with fingers, or just with words – everything is allowed in art). How does it feel like?
This is my version…
My fingers,
your fingers…
Sometimes on fire,
from our desire.
Your fingers
on my fingers,
dancing the dance,
falling in trance.
My fingers
on your fingers,
touch so gentle,
nonjudgmental.
Your fingers
with my fingers,
they’re playing together,
it feels like a feather.
My fingers
on your fingers,
creating the stories,
removing the worries.
Your fingers
with my fingers,
are creating a pleasure.
Drawing emotions,
nobody can measure.
Amazing. So simple and yet deep.
With someone you love, you can communicate so much with that simple touch. Your poem says it exactly.
Cute!
What a beautiful poem, Maja, full of emotion, as a touch can often bring!
Thanks, Ab. 🙂
Wow, loved the poem.
Wonderful! ☺️