Posts Tagged ‘touch’





In fencing, they call it la belle,

“the beautiful one” the tie-breaking point

in a bout—that moment when

one person touches another

and the balance is tipped.

How long ago the balance tipped

in your favor. How long ago

I knew that all I really want

is to lower my sword,

give the invitation

for you to touch me again,

beautifully, tip to target, then

start the bout again.

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A piano is just

some wood and strings

until it’s touched—

and then it sings.

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What She Wanted to Say

Let’s not talk of things we’ve done,
let’s correspond with touch.
Your skin the land, my hands the sun,
love, let’s not talk of things we’ve done—
we’ll let our chatty fingers run
in tangled narratives… oh hush
mmm, let’s not talk of things we’ve done,
let’s correspond with touch.

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on our fingers,
six layers of skin
our hands
are made to touch


my daughter
picks a small stone
from the parking lot
and puts it
in her mouth


how do we know
what is real?
the stone
in the mouth
smooth and gritty and cold


the days
are so short.
they turn
into years
that are so, so short


and have we touched
the fingers
still have much
skin left


I am being
but you can’t see …
it’s all inside
the canyons deepening


I used to rush
to fill in
small stones
sinking into a pond


I have said
too much.

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