Words in Touch

I accept the evening provisions That presence exhales peace I hold my heart to roam Not far, just above this taste Try to be persistent I don't reduce it with anything else That can be done To stay here Closed book on my bed Coffee becomes dry in a glass Not with my mind Cold with your eyes

Dusty lined legs Sweat flows profusely Hand wiping tired Too short to complain Risk and time wounds But the coolness comes because it's good hearted There's no word of vulnerability at all times Everything becomes meaningful Awake eyes Prayers channeled quietly Bring a smile after that Everything becomes light