Friday, July 18, 2014

Untitled Stream of Thought Poem

There was tea and sun
Bitter and sweet the experience
Warm with a cooling breeze
Balanced was the day
To my barren nights

Would that I knew
His inner transpirings
My hand
Touched a shoulder softly
Brushed lightly across a back
Just once
Grazed an arm

Would that I knew
His inner transpirings
Of the body to my touch
Of the mind to my gaze
Of the heart...

Too brief a day
Back to my barren night

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