Love Poem To No-One in Particular

let me touch you with my words 

for my hands lie limp as empty gloves 

let my words stroke your hair 

slide down your back 

and tickle your belly

for my hands, light and free flying as bricks 

ignore my wishes and stubbornly refuse to carry out my quietest desires 

let my words enter your mind 

bearing torches 

admit them willingly into your being 

so they may caress yo gently 

within 

Mark O'Brien