Tuesday Poem

Tonight what I need most

is your open hand, a leaf
settling in the small of my back,
by the noisy surround of sex,
the lappings of massage,
even your wordy velvet concern.
Just the quiet dapple of fingers mapping
the continent of grief
I can't reach on my own.

by Susan Middleton

from Seed Case of the Heart
Slate Roof Publishing 2007