'touch'

'touch'

as he caresses her long hair,

on the subway, in front of everyone,

I touch


mine only to pick out the fallen straws,

most of them going willingly.

Peace with the fate of living on my ill head made.


Doesn’t mean my touch

can’t be just as much

tender.


One day.

the handiwork of mine

the handiwork of mine

Wine / Promises

Wine / Promises