May 232016
 

Rae Gouirand

 

 

She wakes in the cool

from her sound place beneath, her back

 

to me, and asks

if I would please touch her back again,

 

just touch her, before

she opens her eyes. As badly as she needs

 

to be touched, I thirst

to be needed. We are no mirror image

 

back and front, but this fit

is closer to equal than I’ve understood.