I touch you
I turn to gentle rain upon your breast
dripping down from morning
to the crest
of a red moon
ask me why
for I know not.
I touch you
in the fleeting embers of a falling breeze
to know now I please
and reach your tender lips
to lay a warming smile
on your face,
no need for grace,
we are of one place.
I touch you
in the quiet places of your love
as falling star dust sprinkles from above
to share you
in a fleeting rainbow of the halo on your crown,
to compound a feeling
drenched in moon beams
cast on water
you'll be mine.
I touch you
You are my everything.

©webs October 4, 2009

Bill Shultz
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