Of Things She Loves......

She loves to be heard.....
not so much in the context of word
as in the eyes that simply say 'I know'

She loves to be held.......
not in arms seeking their own satisfaction
but in the silence of mutual understanding

She loves to be touched..........
not so much with lips or groping hands
as with profundity of written words

She stands at the shore
clinging to her satchel of faded fantasies
and dying dreams
gazing quietly across the streams
of perpetual longing...

Janet~