Touch

Touch

A Poem by Anne Martin
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A prayer, sort of

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surrender to fantasy
a dark night, a darker soul
touched by the divine
deep within


taken alive, taken
where I dare not go by day
touched by the spirit
on its whim


transported above myself
my sleep disturbed
touched by the eternal
warm embrace


mystical magic
my essence unbutton
touched by holiness
blissful night


host angelic
be my desire
touched by heaven
grace assured


rapture supreme, rapture
anoint me in your love
touch sanctified
sacred be


celestial dream
give me light, delight
touch immortal
enlighten me

© 2019 Anne Martin


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Added on December 12, 2019
Last Updated on December 12, 2019
Tags: prayer, dream, fantasy, angels, magic

Author

Anne Martin
Anne Martin

The second circle of hell.



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After 15 years I have finished The Cult of Hahn. Editing time. Professional musician. Private person I love fantasy, especially dark sexy stories. more..

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