Another poem

This is an old one, written many years ago:

your touch trails my skin
mapping the hills and valleys of my body
I tremble
flesh turning to liquid beneath your touch
but not liquid enough
you did not stir my ocean’s surface
any more than the merest breeze
and never even touched
the depths beneath

© bardofupton 2018

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