Poems ✍️

  12.04.2026
  31


Author: Michael Shepherd

0318 Five

Five fingers touching
in the warmth of night;
five toes walking you
when your back feels tight;
five senses yearning
in the half-filled bed;
five times memory
both alive and dead.




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