Poem: Gentle Touch
Gentle Touch
By Ben Patridge
For my wife Tamera
Fateful winds cleans a soiled soul
Somewhere beneath the shadow, A call
A theorem ratified
A decadent memory of crystal waves
Electricity, calms a heart ladened
As behind eyes soothing I realize
I’m yours.
Tomorrow’s arms extend to no end
Unsure, hopeful, wanting anew
The path of regret curves behind
A distant memory of the unclear
The unsaid.
Thankful for the moment
A treasure buried deep along
Coastal sands
As your memory, your heart speaks
Communicating my dreams
The succulent breeze
Spoken by gentle hands