Thursday, July 4, 2013


Last night, as you thought I slept, your wandering hand seemed to finally stop, to linger on the thin skin at the tips of my fingers.

I thought I imagined it. Or maybe it really did happen. 
Definitely, maybe.

And this light touch
moved me so much
that in the altar of my heart, where the incense burns steady,
a hundred whirling dervishes raised their arms and began turning.

Keyword-Definitely maybe.

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