Peace At That Touch

Delight is in the arms that hold me closer now.
Firm is the hand in mine,
That long withheld its pleasure.
Peace at that touch,
It stills my tumbled longings.
Peace at the presence that merges into me.

How can I tell of the years I wanted?
How can you know the dreams that troubled me?
What do I care, now that you draw me closer,
All dreaming now, wrapt in your lovely hair.
Now see my heart has stopped its wild beating,
Living for ever, the moment of your kiss.
Peace at your touch,
It stills my many longings.
Peace at your presence now merged into mine.

Tony Crisp

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