Touch

a poem by Am

Its that and its there
Searching the light

Lit on black and spicing a spirit
Young nights, a time under the moon
That dream, failed to cross

Like vision a kite, dropped by the boy
The touch to free, didn’t cure

A kiss to pass is hard to find
Love is all around to go get pleased

Its time to kill with a fallen soul
Unchain now and touch to cure