Friday, December 27, 2013

Intangible Touch

Within your two-tone sweep
You brush and crush and kiss
A double-sided bliss
From deep to ether deep

Across the air you splay
The colors of your sigh
Your hello and good-bye
Disguised as night and day

You hide in youth-romance
Or in the half-breath glow
Of innocence before they know
The power of your dance

Your cadence rises, falls
In hemlock hymn or gale
You laugh and weep and wail
In midnight madrigals

We cannot glimpse or grasp
Beyond your present breath
Or resurrect from death
Spent moments from your clasp

And from your phantom grail
Of future, present, past
A lifetime fills your glass
And spills on living’s trail

© Janet Martin

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