Touch

poem by: Brianna Miller
Written on Apr 27, 2023 

i take in the aroma of home,
the touch warming me,
soothing and light yet 
ever so tightened.

the grip is my comfort,
the love-my soul,
and i feel as if i let
go, they will get to me.

thoughts
spiraling, yet my 
head is at ease;
i could stay for lifetimes

but it must go as the
light dims into a goodbye.
grasping the cloth
i wish i could travel quick and

it fuels me like
gasoline, keratin,
fossil fuels emerging
from my heart.

 

Tags: Deep, Imagery, Love,

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Christopher Russon commented on Aug 13, 2023 at 5:12am
Nicely written indeed

 

 

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