kitchen

today it snowed. 

I had a dream about you.

we sat in your kitchen

and I cut my finger.

your fingertips held my fingertips,

my blood on your skin

as you got band-aid. 

I think that`s the type of touch I crave.

silent. soft. red. 

- lov 

Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

Oh nicely done! This piece has the characteristics I admire in a poem: it is lean, no excess of words, just the right number carefully sewn. It speaks of the ordinary everyday places, events in a way that creates great intimacy. I love it. Going into my Favorites library.

[Betty Hermelee]

And why not? why should a little blood come between a budding relationship....it's part of every day life...
and a small event in the grand scheme of things... NICE!
Warmly, B