Wednesday, September 27, 2023

Intangible Tango

You press half-pictures to a place
Where fact and fancy interlace
Like woodland shadows as they spill
In dusky fringes, dark and still
To mellow, painted meadows where
You press your hello to the air
And draw me almost close enough
To feel the essence of your love
Slip through seasons without a name
Like poetry no pen can tame
As lost and lonely as the flight
Of a kiss blown into the night
Or fragments of a melody
Wild as a riled, wave-ragged sea
You press half-pictures to a place 
No touch can ever quite retrace

© Janet Martin

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