Touch

let me touch you and know that you are real...Allow myself to fall into your warmth and know just how it feels...And if you could say a word in my ear...I know that your for me...
just let me touch you and know that you are real...
It's like sometimes Im just a little child. See I just want us to play together for a little while...And you know just how i feel...let me touch you and know that you are real

For it seems that you were the forbidden apple tree in my garden of oranges and somehow you allowed me to to taste the fruit, see the roots,
and suddenly my whole world turned upside down... As I stand amazed by how your roots stayed in the ground.

My queen, I never wanted a fruit so bad,but to keep picking mean't that I might stop your fruits from growing 
and I know life would somehow keep on going. But yet we would be there not knowing what we could have had...
It seems sad...
Beautiful queen,my selfish wants make me mad,but i cant allow this any longer. Watching you grow stronger... Its like watching a dream or vision 
looking at Gods provision,and somehow I wonder if one touch was so bad... See I was so glad when you let me touch you.One moment seemed like an eternity. Much longer than I dreamed...But still i wonder was it really real?
Did I really touch your spirit inside?... Did I touch..
The real you?

And now I see this fruit hanging and it seems ripe.
Too good to be true my spirit cries out too...
Let me touch you... #poemsbyesco