A Cause To A Start Poem by Faith Wood

Sinking into your skin,
I call out for warmth
muscles tightly gripped
like a conscience around sin

With each encounter- I shiver
Every brush of your fingertips
and meeting of our palms
is enough to make me quiver

Categorized by each raised brow
The direction and precise location
Pinpointed by the affection
We will only deny now

I, famous for the foil heart
You, for the conspicuous tongue
But oh, how we yearn for something-
A cause to a start