"Touch"

"Whispering touches,
    gracing your smile,

softly your eyes speak,
    cooing gently to my trembling fears",

"Come,
            join me, I will soothe you........
    let your smile blend into the morning's fragrance.....

We will drift in the soft tumbling curents,
   tenderly touching, feeling thoughts own emotion.....

      I am but you

    You are but me

Together we are........"

                                                 S.-T.

March 2000, "S.T." Interview sections you may visit (click)
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