I look at you and wonder
Will we touch again?
Can we rush toward each other
In the foment of early morning or
In the stillness of midnight?
Frozen in time,
Chilled by years,
Forgotten in the onslaught of life,
Lies fertile in me.
Wash me again in whispers that cascade
Like drops glistening on translucent skin,
That I may drink in the fullness of love made new
In a place that time forgot.
Copyright/All Rights Reserved Audrey Howitt 2011