Telemetry of Touch

what happened when the snow formed silent ribbons
and the seamless hours rested on
the forests of our breath

when you pointed out to me, in all of morning’s softness
how the snow begins to flake across a dream
and how, shyly
first our fingers then our palms
became the veterans of conquests
new and old

once enfolded in the statued dark
in the cloistered abbey of our glazed pine bed

and was it rain that, glancing,
lanced against the panes, a tremolo
of sky and subtle tones
of skin and sheet:

so grew the smallest saplings, triumphant
in their search for suns directed
like the pregnant spots of dawn
glimmering in doubled knots
of gold and blue


About QuietMonolith

I was just a mild mannered young man living in Portland, OR, until one day....POOF! I turned into a crazy, nefarious, thieving, drug-crazed lunatic. I had lots of therapy and spent many months in hospitals and treatment facilities. Eventually, at the end of my rope, I decided to change everything. With the support of my family and friends, I have embarked on a quest to achieve optimum wellness. I am making radical changes in every part of my life, and in the way I approach the world in which I live. Follow my blog, The Wellness Quest, to experience what happens when a desperate addict takes hold of his destiny and devotes all his time and energy toward making a full recovery. I am also a writer and poet. Follow my blog, What We Left Behind in Crowded Rooms, to take a look at some of my recent poems.
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