Long after the sheets have been wrung straight
And memories and magic of moments
Have escaped scampering
When eyes have refocused
A distant vista
A terra firma of compromise
On the fork of accepting or reacting
to a caress; seek me in your uneven breath
in your sinking pulse rife with hope and fear
I haven’t moved ….. I couldn’t
Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-couldn-t-3/
