Words – a poem

 

Your words caress me in ways no mortal hands have ever done, sending shivers dancing across my very soul

How is it that mere words have become such an intrinsic part of my day, having woven themselves into my existence,

So much so, that my desire to talk to you transcends the mind, becoming a physical need that makes me ache

Your words are potent, filled with a raw honesty that leaves me trembling and breathless

And I have to ask myself this one question; if your words alone do this to me, what will your presence itself do?