Touch

Your hand

                                                         in mine

                                                         a joy wire

                                                         hot skitters

                                                         my body

                                                         I’m melting

                                                         soft silk

                                                         wiggly jello

                                                         my breath

                                                         jolted

                                                         I imagine the

                                                         possibilities

                                                         Sparks will

                                                         fizzle or

                                                         ignite

                                                         Suspended

                                                         seconds

                                                         dance of

                                                         chance                                              

                                                         In the wake

                                                         of you nearer

                                                         a vortex

                                                         of desire

                                                         a dizzy

                                                         wild whirling

                                                         ecstasy

                                                         as your

                                                         lips meet

                                                         mine

                                                         -Sue Neufarth Howard