Jan 2014
At times it seems
we cannot touch
for ever I recoil
from your warmth.
Know, then,
that the burn
of your touch is not
that of fire, but rather
the pain of water
on frostbite.
we cannot touch
for ever I recoil
from your warmth.
Know, then,
that the burn
of your touch is not
that of fire, but rather
the pain of water
on frostbite.
For S.R.
(Israel)
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