Piano Music
your touchtiredness
a slow caress
of your hand
with my fingertips
then a light back rub from you
and I want to stay
and fall asleep
near you
you said I can't
you wouldn't let
me
get any sleep
Piano Music
your touchA poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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Piano Music | 0 | 04/23/2010 |
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