(For “Me”)

There are so many 

   things to tell you 

          so many more things 

       than hairs on your head

    so much more about why I

           wait to grasp your long fingers 

        between my shorter ones 

      between what feels like years since my last grasp 

      between what has been years 

     of knowing hands should be held 

   so that we can match heartbeats

      so that we can have 

           rhythm 

       so that our bodies 

           will want to dance 

          so that our arms will accept our caress 

      so that our tongues can taste unspoken pleas

          so that our hips should give unto our weights

    so that our laces 

              want to be undone

           It takes forever to know 

        touching

            and years upon years to surrender 

         its power away from the larger, hungrier body

     with its useless squeezing and sweating 

               well into the graceless midnight hours 

              but that forever ends

         and flows like streams into our finger’s tip

        and puddles and pools and passions there

  until there is a reaching 

                       a wanting 

                          a resting palm to tumble into

                and

                     stir the trembling waters

                   afire aflame again anew

                          between kindred souls

Jas

“4Me”