He helps her
To her feet
Beneath us
She burns
Trembles
His fingers
Caress hers
She responds
I peek
Over his shoulder
Glimpse brown skin
The piece of him
Unsafe to touch
I wrap myself
Around them
The world rushes
To meet us
Lost in we
Absorbing
Their energy
Confined
So free.
I hear
No sound
My feet
Meet
The ground
But don’t
Touch it.
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Ok kerry this is one of your best poems because as well as a narrative voice you have a presence of a person who has some mystery and who has a relationship hinted at in the poem. Choice of words is more sparse here and suited to the fragility of the moment; also aided by the short quick lines. Say it simply and say it powerfully works here.
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