i might melt but won’t disappear
like a ghost
leaving you with only your breath
my blood rises now..
because your touch, if true
the energy of it
in the only way it knows how
fingers reaching out
touch me again
© r.e.l. 12/16/10
sculpture ‘The Cathedral’ by Rodin (Rodin Museum, Paris).
**this post is for Poetry Potluck Week 15 (reflections, interpretations, and musings) on Jingle Poetry