In Touch

In Touch

In Touch

A Poem by Kyle Kutz

I nearly forgot
How lost I am
Beside you.

How your charcoal soul
Warms my tattered touch,

Which traverses
Your canyons,
Your peaks,

As if bones
Were braille,

Speaking of secrets,
Of scars.

Inch
By inch.

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Mad World

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