Part 1: Touches, Feelings
How does one know which way they are?
Your touches moved me, feelings I cannot
Ignore, nor do I want to. Can they come
Full bloom and flourish with you and me?
Tonight, storms are lashing Maine islands,
Windblown rain, lights blinking off and
On. I am an island woman, you, crashing
Waves. If you will, touch me again with
Gentle hands. How I imagine us together.
Fair summer skies or winter weather,
Let this my affirmation be.
Thanks for reading.