Your Touch Is Like
Like wind, through the
green leaves of a
Cottonwood tree.
Like the feeling of 71
on my skin,
when I'm going on 75.
Like running through a
sprinkler, on a hot summer's
day, invigorating.
Like living in a hurricane, where
you get swept up in the excitement,
and forget how to live.
Like being in a pinball
machine, and I don't know if i'm
blinking points, or ready to shoot
straight down the drain.
Your touch is impossible to forget.
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