AS WITH FINGER-TIPS DIPPED IN INK

The whole of her held

on my left palm,

only an image

one moment of her,

you might say,

and be wrong;

so much more,

a vision, life-size

in my thoughts,

a gift for the whole

man, a source

that makes the flesh

desire and the mind dream;

my right-hand fingers write

the desire and the dream

and doing so feel an electric

tingle as with finger-tips

dipped in ink I would write

on her bare skin.

08.10.2025

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