Wednesday, February 19, 2020

Rounded Edges



The rounded edges 
of your hand,
soft and slick
across the palm,
gently press
into flesh.

Oh! To touch the heart
through touch of skin,
a tender lip to cheek, 
and warm arms of embrace.

Your eyes touch the air between us,
piercing through
the cloud of unknowing
to smile
at me,
at last.

No comments:

Post a Comment