The days growing longer
without the eyes, hands and
touch of a woman.
They sooth something in me.
Save me from darkness
and certainty of some future.
Is it Joan I ache for
or just a woman’s open hand?
I look at Sara’s eyes and curves
and I just want to hold her
simply in passing just to know
that my world still has women in it.
It is lonely to see them
and not have one to touch.
gallagher
15Oct1988
Nicaragua