O Touch That Thrills

                                   o touch that thrills
                                       and blazes beauty
                                        with its flame ...
                                     i cannot breathe.
                                   i am beset
                                       and occupied,
                                enraptured by a silent force
                                  far greater, grander
                                        than my own;
                                enraptured by a silent force
                                  that causes me to
                                    draw and hold
                                its burning face
                                         against my own.
                                   o touch that thrills
                                      and causes me
                                          to die ...
                                    and in the dying
                                  call for more.
                                   and in the dying
                                  call for consummation
                                           of that power
                               that bids me faint
                                  before its feet
                               in crumpled pools of ecstasy ...
                                  that drenches me
                                      in sweet perfume
                                and wraps itself
                                  inside my soul.
                                   o touch that thrills
                                       and blazes beauty
                                         with its flame ...
                                i cannot breathe.