| Stone Angel In a fluttering frenzy My fingers yearn to smooth the lines of worry on your forehead Lips murmur against the softness of your neck Toes trace the sinews of your calves up your thighs Tongue tickle your laughing lips swallowing words intoxicating as wine Left alone my skin is dry and hard Impervious to the want of other hands My innards, hard volcanic rock with slow heat A molten core Flowing down my arms to fingertips That close in silent fists Never wanting to let them loose In fear of their fire© 1997 wendi loomis "Reflection in Fragments" |