by Ute Carson
Lone Stars Magazine, Issue 74, January 2013

Naked feet carry me to your bed,
quicksilver words whisper in your ear,
my soft voice quickening your dreams,
and my misty eyes spirit your troubles away.
But it's my hands that offer love.
When I squeeze your hand
my hand holds the memory
of yours all through the day,
and at night I reach out
to touch it again.

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