At the Touch of You
At the touch of you,
As if you were an archer with your swift hand at the bow,
The arrows of delight shot through my body.
You were spring,
And I the edge of a cliff,
And a shining waterfall rushed over me.
This poem came through my mailbox from Poem-a-day. And wow, is it ever lovely. Posting it here so I can keep coming back to it.
About This Poem
“At the Touch of You” was published in Witter Bynner’s collection Grenstone Poems; a sequence (Frederick A. Stokes, 1917).