Feather-Touch

To touch you
Would be the science
In me searching for truth.

To fulfill you
Would be embracing
Your beautiful youth.

Feathers clouding you
Would be less wearing,
Caressing you smooth.

Engaging you
Would pass conversation,
Flailing falacy of simply you.

All leaving me to feel
Hard-pressed of your eager soul –
Forthrightly blessed
And tempestuously old.

©2003 Joe Jenkins