Until I Touch

Thoughts of pleasure

In cold weather.

A desire

For fire.

 

 

Girls hide in fur

From winter’s chill air.

Though the charm

Of a bare

Leg or arm

May still be seen

In the blind poet’s dream.

 

 

I will touch

For pure pleasure

In all kinds of weather.

Until I touch the dust.

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