Touch Of A Man

A man's touch...
I touch with pain his purity
Sin's darker sense I could not bring
My soul was black as night to me
To him I was a wounded thing

I needed love no words could say
He drew me softly to his chair
My head upon his knee to lay
With cool hands that caressed my hair

He sat with hands as if to pray
And looked with grave ethereal eyes
Ensouled with a soft quietness
A gentle man that ask me to stay

By Bobbie Peoples
Published: 7/31/2008		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
 
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