Come Close My Love

Come close my love,
to touch your face,
wipe dry your tears for more.
For my flesh burns,
for soft of yours,
from tenderness to sore.
Togetherness and tightly wound,
feelings like no other.
Not ashamed,
but jealously,
covered from the others.
We are all we'll ever need,
intoxicatingly we smother.
Come close my love,
to touch your face,
in the silence of a lover.

by Ken Bennight

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Comments (11)

Very beautiful, love the flow of your words.
Very beautiful and fascinating :) Thanks for your comment on my poem
Lilting and fluid, it reads like a song.
this is wonderful thank you
a very touching love poem a lovely read
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