POSSESION
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You need to touch me
to write you a poem
with no arms, no fingertips;
move me like a wave of ocean
take me gently until my skin strips.
Only then will you meet the soul,
the light in the irises
for this darkness possesses my core;
you need to touch me
with no fingertips.
So, you’ve touched me indeed
when my hopes rested at the bottom
of an abyss.
So, you’ve moved me;
I no longer bleed,
all my wounds cured
with no fingertips.
