“Touch” (a poem by KPKeelan)


It’s an oasis for parched lips!

Calming music

in a warm, dark room-

nostrils kissed

with the comforting scent

of myrrh.

Warm, confident hands

on tingling skin,

expressed in long, fluid strokes.

Trigger points


Bringing a welcome awareness

that I am more

than my thoughts and emotions.

The longest lifetime

is too short to go without

the sweet balm of touch.


© KPKeelan

(8- 1- 12)



About KPKeelan

Fool, Philosopher, Lover & Dreamer, Benign TROUBLEMAKER, King and Jester of KPKworld, an online portal to visual and linguistic mystery, befuddlement and delight.
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