Touch

My hands
Open the curtains of your being
Clothe you in a further nudity
Uncover the bodies of your body
My hands
Invent another body for your body

by Octavio Paz

Comments (1)

There comes an hour when on the parent turns The challenge of the child; The bridal passion for perfection burns; Life gives her last allegiance to the best; very fine poem with lots of ideas. tony