at dawn a louring sky raised a bruising fist -
I was afraid because the day offered me nothing -
everything felt wrong -
then some instinct led your hand to mine -
you reached out to touch me -
vagrant tender fingertips -
the slightest graze of a nail -
maybe even an accident -
it happened for just an instant -
now a ruby sunset marks the close of serendipity light -
touch me again tomorrow the way you did today -
perhaps all will start to come right.
February 2023
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So beautifully inked. Loved it. Thanks.