The Touch of Love
Donald L. Vasicek
The breath of lavender sweeps me
into microcosms of you. I touch
it’s delicate blossoms and feel your
smooth face. I smell it’s majestic
columns and see your strong
eyes. I feel it’s soft sharpness and
tumble in your hair. I see it waving
in the wind and hear you whispering
your magic in my ear. I am gone.
I am gone. I will not return to what
I knew life to be before our lips
touched and we exploded into love.