Sunday, February 13, 2011

On Ice

Take my hand.
If it shakes
or trembles
or gets mushy
or moist,
you will feel
what I cannot
say to you.
What you've
felt from me
and run from.
What binds my
chest. What
excites my
instincts. A
Valentine's poem
for you includes
a clue. That
roundabout way
to get through.


Peter said...

Very nice. Happy V. Day.

Rachel said...

Thanks Peter. I did think about your valentines when I wrote it. :) Happy V-Day!