Puddles

Drip
drip
drop

The tenseness of the day seeps out
each sigh and purr, denoting your effect
of comforting me with your touch

I can't hold form or figure
as your fingers reduce
my inner icicles to mere runoff

My head sinks into the pillow
those small sounds define
the peace that you bring.

your touch leaves me in little puddles

© Dave Lawson, 2002

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