Yellow ochre
cascades around shoulders
I've felt
warm, bony, beneath my fingers.
So many times
I've held her:
a breath, a kiss away,
yet so far out of reach.
She grasps my heart
with a wrestler's grip,
a teardrop's touch,
but her heart remains
a whisper away.
Ever close, never mine.
"Stacy" posted with the permission of the author Brian Sherman - Posted 21 Nov 03.