A Woman’s Touch

is velvety but firm, commanding.
Neruda’s peaks and valleys glisten in
dim light, night settling down.
A woman sighs. A woman’s eyes know
my secrets before I utter them.

I haven’t yet known a woman’s touch
but imagine it as such–
silken fingertips and cool curves.
A molten tongue setting fires.
The orchid weight resting on my chest.

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