Poem: His Love: by Orville Lloyd Douglas

His hands are like an inferno racing across the wilderness of my flesh.

His skin is like a blanket that protects the solitude.

His kisses are more potent than a drug.

His love knows no boundaries it travels across continents, oceans, mountains, archipelagos.

Like a rainstorm flooding across the Sahara.

This emotion is like a famine, a constant craving that is eternal.

Poem: Touch Me by: Orville Lloyd Douglas

Touch me but not with your hands.

Soothe me with  kindness and generosity.

Hold me in your memories so your spirit caresses the doubt.

Move me with your empathy.

Speak to me not but not with words.

See me with your heart not with your eyes.

Believe me I do love you.