The Visitor and Feel Me; poems by David McLennon
7 February 2011
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The Visitor
Secluded hot springs, beaches of oil black sand, unexplored limbs of the Amazon
touch the hands of the visitor that travels the land.
At the top of Kilimanjaro, standing motionless surveying ice glaciers of the Arctic, at the foot of the Grand Canyon
hear the stories of the visitor that nature continuously seduces.
Strung out on the Sahara, high on the Rockies, twisted vines secure remote jungles.
Glimpse the visitor who is always on the go.
Feel Me
Look into my eyes you will see the darkest light
Touch my hands there the softest sandpaper
Listen to my voice you will hear the loudest whisper
Inhale my scent it’s the sweetest stench
Now taste me
I like this a lot
Nice job David M.
aww this is nice .. i really like the last one still
GOOD JOB (Y)
xo. cuz
‘The Visitor’ makes me feel like I’m definitely not alone in this world. Immediately took my breath away. After reading ‘Feel Me’.. I suddenly have the urge to kiss my boyfriend! Ha ha good work.
Wow. Deep. good job, pretty creativee
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