She had a delicacy of touch
Retained in her cerebral cortex
So grounded it resounded as love
She showed me grains of sand
Beside wind-blown sail’s shadows
So deep as to impound my lust
Under a dangerous clear blue sky
Waves lapped their own response
So close to ease her conscience
There are, for some, a few moments
Peak experiences as she emerged from
Precocious, in this time of faith
