- Non-Erotic Poetry
- sort of not touching you
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Click hereWhen it’s not as lovers we touch, your touch is gray,
tinged with ashes from a distant day
when sandhill cranes fell from the clouds as noise
amidst the chatter of young Hispanic boys.
When it’s not as lovers we touch, you don’t sway
against my heartbeat. Sliced from you, I say
something there is that doesn’t like a wall,
but it echoes into nothing, takes a fall
like the owls that seemed to graze our heads one night
as we walked the gravel road, as hand in hand
we lingered on the broken dolomite
to kiss. Silent. Nothing to understand.
As though you were a clerk, I scarcely touch
your hand to get my change. It isn’t much.
- COMMENTS
foehnabout 19 years agoAuthorthe poem is now revised a bit; thanks for the comments.
WickedEveover 19 years agoin this poem. I like it. :) But the first stanza was so good that it made the other stanzas not quite as equal to it. I think it only needs a little revising to reach its potential.
flyguy69over 19 years agoI really like the images of "touch" here. They give the poem a gray and wistful feel. I think the last stanza does not live up to the strength of the rest of the poem, though.
