Touching You Again

touching you again
would be like
making love in a church

on a weekday.

sunlight sifting through
the stained glass windows

throwing colored shadows
on the empty pews,
the smell of burnt candlewax,
closed hymnals.

and stone silence.
a cold brass offering plate
waiting for your heart!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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