Dedicated to Isaac Roth and Michael Roth
What profound feelings
What love unspoken
What needs unasked for
What dreams unfathomed
Live inside my eyes
in my hands
and in my body
If words are your only vessel
then I am beached
For I live in a wealth of intuition
of which the world has become impoverished
Do I not gaze upon the same blue sky
and taste the same flavors on my tongue?
Do I not feel the warm envelopment of a hug,
longing to be loved and cared for?
Do I not wish someone could listen
to the language of my eyes and hands?
© 2024 Marieke de Koker
Photo Credit: Chicago © 2018 Marieke de Koker
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