In touching you
My hands have known the savor of delight
As the mouth knows the savor of sweet fruit;
And in your flesh my hands have seemed to hear
A melody that pulsed and pulsed
Even as the melody of dulcimers-
Yea, to my hands
Your flesh has breathed the perfume of its being,
Has sighed a secret essence,
Has given forth its immanent mystery
To mingle with the mystery of mine.
Touch
Clark Ashton Smith
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Poem topics: sweet, fruit, hear, mouth, delight, secret, essence, I love you, I miss you, mystery, melody, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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