steeping by my feet
blowing wind that jostles me
against my faded seat
worn gray knitted sweater
khaki shorts and cold green tea
lightning cracks and thunder drumrolls
rain tip-tapping on the screen
and sudden warmth
as his hand rests on mine
bare feet, cold iron,
lounging in the mist
with his fine, strong fingers
fumbling my hair into a twist
-10.05.13