The glory I receive from a unbound stare,
or the praise I receive from a graceful word.
But touch?
All miracles done with touch?
Your touch,
making summer turn to winter,
and glass to metal.
Glimpsing heaven from your touch,
making the heavens sing in your name.
With a simple touch.
Is it that easy?
or is it that hard?
Thursday, May 27, 2004
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