I touch myself in secret places
feeling you there, not me.
Lost once to the other.
Found again
too late.
Life cocoons me to one spot,
while your butterfly wings
set you free.
Fiery memories, now our fate...
Lingering barefooted stroking.
Crumpled summer sheets.
Yet this tiger still roars between us,
fed only in our minds,
and in many imagined feastings,
over the hungry miles
Pris Campbell
Copyright 2001
slight revision 2006
Art: Jigsaw Couple
Artist unknown
