Feather-light
Your touch
Like static electricity
Flowing through fingertips
Tenderness, transferred
Then dissolving to nothing
In an instant
Leaving me bereft.
My skin longs for lingering touch
For warmth spreading through
Not electric shocks
That fade on waking.
Rosalie Miller 2007
Once words fizzled in my brain
And they couldn’t come out fast enough
But confusion drove them all away.
Sorrow pulled me under
Curled me in on myself
Washed through me like a flood
Taking everything with it
Leaving only cavernous emptiness behind.
Like a land burnt bare by the raging path of a volcano
My insides impatiently await
The coming
New shoots of life.
I yearn to feel words putting down roots
And sprouting within me again.
Then come the flowers and fruit
Turning the prose within me to poetry once more.
Rosalie Miller 2007
