Thursday, October 11, 2018

At the Touch of You


At the Touch of You
Witter Bynner, 1881 - 1968

At the touch of you,
As if you were an archer with your swift hand at the bow,
The arrows of delight shot through my body.

You were spring,
And I the edge of a cliff,
And a shining waterfall rushed over me


This poem kind of summed up what I was feeling last night.


2 comments:

Sixpence Notthewiser said...

Lovely poem. Who inspired it, though?

BosGuy said...

Do tell...