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You Touch Me
©2019, Olan L. Smith
I feel you sit on my bed at night,
The mattress still has the squeak,
But I stretch and you're absent.
I roll back and feel warm knowing
Although I can't see you, you're there.
I trust my senses more than my vision,
These day. You don't say anything to me,
But you're there nonetheless, a comfort
To an old man who sleeps alone. How do
I know you're there? I know because you
Touched me, no one forgets your caress.
YOU ARE READING
Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poetry"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...
