If I close my eyes and caress my skin, <br />I can separate host from the soul within. <br />Curling gentle fingers around my arm, <br />I untangle myself from discomfort or harm. <br /> <br />My hand slips down the expanse of skin, <br />the limb becomes part of the form lived in. <br />I am two way profound, both in harmony <br />with sun after rain and the tides of the sea. <br /> <br />If I open my eyes, all I touch becomes clear, <br />like a fresh water stream, or an infants tear. <br />In the mirror I see how others see me, <br />But beneath mortal calm. I long to be free. <br /> <br />My body a shield for quintessence below, <br />I am perfume collector, free miracle show. <br />No different from you, on the outer at least, <br />but deep inside nestles a lamb, or a beast. <br /> <br />If I close my eyes and caress my skin <br />I can separate host from the soul within. <br />Never the less I control each breath, <br />until nature, sweet talks my host to her death. <br /> <br />©Roan Feb.2009 <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance - Carl Sandburg<br /><br />Ann Beard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-way-profound/
