Girl, touch you with my mind I shall,
and touch and touch I shall much,
until you provide in return to the touches of mine
a generous smile
decorated with, but a little obscenity.
Touch you much I shall,
only, but gently with my mind
touch you I shall with utter care
which would only be fair
in our art of exchanging glances,
until you become the verses I never compose –
the poem I never write.
Art by Ann Hanson