Poem by R.M. Dolin, June 14, 2024
Lingering Touch
You’re awfully pretty,
and a damn good kisser.
What lingers long after
our last moment together,
like dandelion dew
on a high mountain meadow,
is the soft way your subtle fingers
tenderly trace mine as we talk
through touch. As if writing
love letters to our soul.
Background poem for the yet to be started novel, “An Unsustainable Life.” Issac enjoys his ne’er-do-well life, the intensity of connecting with someone profoundly for a moment, and the freedom of loving without bounds, responsibilities, or obligations.
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