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A Touch Of A Lover
Ginkgo trees in autumn have no shame. In the morning, they greet you in all their glory, showing off their elegant yellow dresses. You pass them by the same evening and here they are, all naked, with their splendid dresses dropped to their feet in a perfect circle, awaiting to be touched by an impassioned lover.
Part I is HERE
Part III is HERE
A Touch Of A Lover
Ginkgo trees in autumn have no shame. In the morning, they greet you in all their glory, showing off their elegant yellow dresses. You pass them by the same evening and here they are, all naked, with their splendid dresses dropped to their feet in a perfect circle, awaiting to be touched by an impassioned lover.
Part I is HERE
Part III is HERE
don't touch me
even with your thoughts
'cos it hurts
opening old wounds...
don't watch me
discovering my nakeness
dress me with your eyes instead
give me an invisible dress...
don't listen
to my sour voice
which is just a reflection
when I used to see perfection...
don't touch me
don't watch me
don't listen to me anymore
just shoot me and keep going...
(today i was in the mood to write this...a fresh poem inspired by your picture and thoughts...or mine???)
I see my image awakened some deep and secret thoughts that you managed to keep asleep for quite some time... up till now.