Tender Was a Touch
offered by heart,
in need of
little,
freed to beam
the smiles
that melt the bricks
laid around
the heart..
most in need
of tender
touch,
from true hand,
not asking
much.
++++
just to feel razors in the blood, to
come alive again, to dawn
love’s bruising
blush.
Grumpy Gorman
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Nice poem!!❣❣
Glad you liked it. 🙂 Cheers
Beautifully put together
Very kind of you to say. 🙂 Thanks for taking the time to read it.
“Razors in the blood.” ❤ Love the juxtaposition of tenderness & darkness in this piece.
Thank you. 🙂 I thought the line a bit edgy, myself.. 😉 I really appreciate the feedback. It’s kind of you to take the time. Have an great day and take an extra sip of sunshine for me. (or gin) ✌️