Watching the cat
As it claws at the blanket that
Kindly
I threw on the floor.
...
The Touch
I'm cold.
We stand in the green rain field.
People have been -
Smiles and whispers remain.
I have forgotten
To bring with me
A shirt
Or garment of similar function.
Formality flees, fleetingly.
As you, with your eyes that smile,
Put your arms around me,
And warm me in ways
I cannot explain.
My own arm around your waist.
A grateful squeeze
Then separation.
And I'm warm
In desolation.