Poetry by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2022
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The Touch
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Touch of his hand against mine at sunset was divine
Not some overheated twisting of passion was needed by either of us
It was nice to know a man whose hands could be so light upon my skin
His fingers traced my cheek and then my lips, as I laughed in response
Touch me as we stand along the shore and I’m yours forevermore
Tenderness has a weight that a torrid tangle can never compete with
Sun’s going down against the horizon
I walk with you and you place your muscular arm around my shoulder
I touch you with a peck upon your cheek
And you laugh in response to me
That single touch from you was all that I hoped it would be
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About The Author: A.H. Scott is a poet based in New York City and frequent contributor to Tony Ward Studio. To read additional articles by Ms. Scott, go here:https://tonywardstudio.com/blog/circus-magamus/
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A.H. Scott’s book: Bad Guys Finish Fast & Good Guys Finish Last is available on Amazon!