It starts today–30 poems in 30 days. You can join the challenge by clicking on the logo. Or just watch what happens. Ready…set..gone…
WARM TO THE TOUCH
I was sitting here
getting on with my life
when I thought of you.
You who knew
my name means “goofball”
in a language called Yin.
Do you remember the lyrics
of my heartbeat?
It sang hymns and history.
And it predicted you.
You tapped the rhythm
into my hip
until sleep threw her hip
at your attention.
So I’m not surprised
that you’re here.
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