Monday, December 19, 2011
Warmth -- Poetry 2011
Any touch, a hand resting lightly on the arm
during conversation manifested nostalgia.
Pausing to think of this elemental departure,
the devastation of losing physical connection
made it even harder to remember loves embrace.
Indifferent to being the committable old-lady-with-cats,
her one fuzzy friend complimented a humble home’s décor.
Found mewing, “My world is cold; my world is hunger”,
the wee companion was no match for human intimacy
till curled up purring, “You are my world and my warmth…”