Touch
May 21, 2021
Soft to the point of non-existence,
your hands bless all they touch.
One tap would make a sculpture weep
and blunt the tip of a diamond.
I stood no chance.
Soft to the point of non-existence,
your hands bless all they touch.
One tap would make a sculpture weep
and blunt the tip of a diamond.
I stood no chance.