Wednesday 31 October 2012


I love
Brief acts
Of intimacy

The back of your index
Finger feeling
My forehead and neck
For fever

Squeezing lime
Into hot whiskey
When with cold
I shiver

Your hand holding
My elbow to guide
Me to the other side
Of a busy street

Momentary touches
That do not cling

Enough to ensure

That I am
Still touchable
Still loveable

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