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Love Poem for No-one in Particular - Mark O'Brien

Let me touch you with my words
For my hands lie limp as empty gloves
Let my words stroke your hair
Slide down your backand tickle your belly
Ignore my wishes and stubbornly refuse to carry out my quietest desires
Let my words enter your mind bearing torches

admit them willingly into your being
so they may caress you gently

Mark O'Brien (Boston, Massachusetts, July 31, 1949 – July 4, 1999)