Souls' Talk: Poem

 Souls’ Talk: Poem

I want to rub my soul

Up against yours

And watch the love makes us.

We water the plants.

Why not wet the soul?

I want to watch

The soul makes a touch

And the shy love growth.

I want to see

Your soul rubs

And make up

Against me.

I want to see 

You are satisfied.

You cannot beat

The sweet memories

You gave me.

One girl, one boy –

Some nights, some joy.

It could be us as very well

When lovers dwell.

Come to me

And rub my soul

Against us

At the silence of the night.

I promise not to fight

My soul against yours.

Give me the sweetness

Now, there is no witness.

Tomshinsky@2025