Madie is one of our most gifted writers. Here she describes a moment when a one responds to the touch of another. Great poem!
A Different Time by Madie
The clock-face hands
No longer measure time
When you’re in my space.
It’s metered by an oyster
Tipped to my lips
And by warm sand
Beneath my naked back.
Or a boat trip where
You slip an arm around
And pull me to you.
This is how it flies
And how it lingers.
Carried on a laugh,
However fleeting,
It can fill a day.
And when your will
Is buried in my mind,
It stands still.
JLS
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