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A Touch of Intimacy
Longing of spring, its beauty
tulips bloom softly
these past moments
never counting hours
I feel you
your every being
I wait as before
as I have watched you silent
tears drip softy
flooding into a river
swimming upstream
beautiful soul of nakedness
Drinking of your juice
so many flames reacting
music soaring through my veins
your fingers piercing into me
and then my flesh becomes alive
as if I was dead before
Your eyes, for they chase me
into my dreams
darkest of all
running through the haze
I see your heart
it’s beating after all
Dianna Toomey is a poet and writer. Although currently living in Birmingham, AL,
and devoting most of her time to writing, she has lived and worked in Chicago, NY and Boston,
where she was successful in Modeling and Media Advertising. She has finished two manuscripts,
Delish, and Real Life, Real Love, Real Poetry, and is currently working on a novel.
In addition to her creative mind she enjoys traveling, painting and spending time with her two children.
Email: Dianna Toomey
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