poems,  poetry

how i wish we’d met.

dirty frozen pavement
pristine lines of white
footprints melt into
concrete path

passing strangers
cold wind
pink noses
and visible breath

narrow walk
heads buried
in rhythm
of clumsy steps

fleece and woolen
brushing once
for just an instant

a gentle touch
a quiet nuzzle
of elbow
a moment of spark

no glance back
to watch her go
just soft

weeks pass
the walk
was lonely
cold and wet

watched feet
old canvas
on pale denim

nervous chest
feels heavy as she
glides past me
quiet and fragrant

sudden rush of
sweat and anticipation
that gentle nudge
of elbow

that rush
lingers on
hours days
months years

a lifetime
written in
the touch
of an elbow.