I long for your hand
reaching out to you
in your solitary time
it feels right to exchange
tenderness as rare
garment today
everyone wearing
passion, jealousy, envy
claiming to feel
alive consumed indeed
that common look
wearing everything out
underwear outerwear
deeds feelings selfies
very little left beneath
simply I reach out
to your hand let it be
all with all its significance
All these poems are from The California Notebook collection from www.annamosca.com