Your hand brushes mine
A surge of electricity
Courses through my body
Reflex snaps my hand back
Cuts the connection
But the sensation
Lingers on
It was just an accident
Wasn’t it?
Your eyes say no
Your hand brushes mine
A surge of electricity
Courses through my body
Reflex snaps my hand back
Cuts the connection
But the sensation
Lingers on
It was just an accident
Wasn’t it?
Your eyes say no
Does it make me bigger
To make you smaller?
Does it make me good
To paint you bad?
Does it cleanse my blood
To spill so much of yours?
Does it make me right
To say you’re always wrong?
We stand side by side
As equals
We’re only humans
With both good and bad
Our hearts pump
A shared blood
The greatest right
Is to hold out our hand to those who do wrong
Would it make me smaller
To pull you to my level?
Would it make me bad
To see the good in you?
Would it taint my blood
To admit that we are brothers?
Would it make me wrong
To admit that you are right?
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A quick poem written for #PoetsForPeace. See original post for collaboration.
A thought of you
Across the sea
A feeling
A shadow
A cry to be
I caught a glimpse
I know you’re sad
I felt it
I saw it
I know it’s bad Continue reading
A stretch of the hand
Life’s spark
Can you feel it?
It reaches
Mind to mind
Connects
Binds
The light in your eye
Your playful laugh
When I say
“The light in your eye”
Makes your eyes glow deeper
I feel your breath
As you smile
I smell your skin
When your hand
Touches mine Continue reading
Mountain of grey and black looms
Storm clouds gathering
Lightning strikes
The hurricane gusts
I see it in your eye
The troubles of the world
Flood ‘till the dam bursts
But sleep now, my love
Tomorrow is another day
I can’t promise skies of blue
Or free of freezing rain
But I can promise
I’ll be there
Right by your side
No matter how far away
I’ll reach over hill and field
My hand will cross the widest stream
To give you a gentle caress
So I ask you now to sleep
So you can feel my touch