Monday, February 11, 2013


a slip of blanket
over fairy dust skin 
covers yesterday's bones
and how your hand felt in mine
before time
stole youth
and left only 
your thin fingers 
curled around my wrist
so happy to have human touch again

Hmm, if I recall correctly Stranger & Me have a little MFM alphabet game going on and are around about the letter "T". Well, that makes this poem fit then, I believe. I give you "touch" inspired by a visit to my Grandmother's.


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