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The Visitor and Feel Me; poems by David McLennon

7 February 2011 5 Comments

By David McLennon

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

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  • Kay said:

    I like this a lot

  • Kacey said:

    Nice job David M.

  • chantii said:

    aww this is nice .. i really like the last one still
    GOOD JOB (Y)

    xo. cuz

  • Kyannah said:

    ‘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.

  • candice said:

    Wow. Deep. good job, pretty creativee :)

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