You touched me

You touched me

In the morning

As the sun levered

Its way through the gap

Between the bottom

Of the blind and the window sill

A streaming service

Without need

Of subscription

The birds chatter incessantly

Is it really necessary

What could be so important

It couldn’t wait

I can still feel it

The warmth

Of your fingertips

On my shoulder

Imprinted on my soul

Carried with me

As the day unfolds

Into the decline

Of repetition

Tedium is a fact of life

It is always waiting

On the corner

Next to the bread bin

Which is always empty

Shop bought bread

Is not easily kept

In this climate

You touched me

So many years ago

Squeezed the sorrow

Out of my soul

Filled the space

With inspiration

Painted my world

With your dreams

Not even hot rain

Steaming up my glasses

Bouncing off the boardwalk

Filling my shoes

Can dampen the recollection

The gentle kiss

Of your hand

On my arm

Is a revelation

And I rejoice

In the sweetness

Of the memory