Thursday, October 17, 2013

Touched, Untouched

What is this thing they call love?
This magical ever-lasting selfless condition?
I am untouched by it...
A love virgin
An old maid.

But when I look into your eyes
The madness
The softening.
And when I sink into your arms
The madness
The beauty.
And when I lose myself
The madness
The ecstasy.

What is this thing we have between us?
This magical fleeting selfish obsession?
I am deeply touched by it
I own and and am fully owned...
Your young bride!


  1. I stumbled upon your blog and glad I did...beautiful writing.