MOVED

He touched me
As none before -
past
roughshod whispers
to a visceral core
gossamer touch,
feather-like gored
had me always yearning, hoping,
begging -
for more.

About This Poem

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Tip of Southern Africa, ZAF

Favorite Poets: Too many to narrow down

Comments

Hah Eph!

thanks for taking this "to the next level" ;)
Would you believe that this "touching" is not literal, but perhaps more profound because of it!
Thanks for stopping by!

ello Boni

I really was moved you conveyed the touch without touch so well, I seriously cant see anything I would change its a wonderful poem, its lovely to see you back and read you again

Brava Chicka

love JC xxx

Thanks luv!

I'm convinced it's a "gal thing". This ability to touch and be touched without touching.... ;)
Cheers

Was their a comma

Feather-like?
That's how I read it in physicality. Great write

nice to meet you. There is a hyphen here if that's what you mean, and yes, I can see why one could intrepret it literally! That's why I like it a lot too, because it can be interpreted on both levels.
Thanks for reading... I will stop by and look at your work as soon as time permits.

Love your amazing photo and name

Bonita reminds me of a doll

HE TOUCHED ME.

HE touched me, so I live to know
That such a day, permitted so,
I groped upon his breast.
It was a boundless place to me,
And silenced, as the awful sea
Puts minor streams to rest.

EMILY DICKENSON

I think just to contextualize this piece in a more metaphorical sense, who else would give the theme better justice than Dickenson herself!