Pages

Saturday, 21 September 2013

Dream

I could not have thought it otherwise
Yet now I can think of you more easily
Even to think that we could be friends
Though to touch would be a fear
A fear that I might collapse into your arms
In search of all
That I have worked so hard to protect myself from

What brought me to this
It was a dream, less than a second I expect
An image of you with sparkling hair, a smile
A short nightdress
Your pubic hair pushed forwards 
Aching to be touched - I did not touch
To this day some fears remain


from 
Elbowed Out - Love of Listening to Michelangelo
Christopher's Poetry collections can be found on iTunes and on Kindle by clicking the highlighted links