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Your Touch 

Your touch surrounds me with shadow

My being extending toward skies

Aware suddenly of its most distant life

Blooming and dying at each moment:

Of love struggling toward sun in every cell

Each its own galaxy striving toward light

To breathe stars once again

To wear weightlessly its skin

Unburdened by delusions of distance  

Of spaces where love never dwells

For through your touch are overturned like ancient rocks 

The places within me that have never known sun

But have lived in darkness like roots 

Unaware they exist as fragrant petals above the earth.


Your touch is the sun which ripens the fruit

That brings sweetness and light to my roots. 


The petals of my being forever open before your touch.

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