Underneath the soul

Deep within, you try to touch me.
Pushing aside all the tinsel and tarnish.
A wipe of a tear, and a telescope in.
Putting your hand on my skin.
Forcing me to crack, to burst wide open.
Making way for the river of brutal buried emotion.

29/11/201929/11/2019 by Mark Ryan Categories: kiss, love, Poetry, soulTags: art, body, emotions, kiss, love, loving, poem, Poetry, relationship, river burst, sadness, skin, tinsel, touch 16 Comments