I was minding my own business
when you came back to me in a dream.
Not old like me, but young and lean,
gentle smile, steady eyes, laconic looks.
You beckoned me over, closer,
tickled my ribs and shared,
“first touch in years” and the air
grew thick with love.
About the Creator
Michèle Nardelli
I write...I suppose, because I always have. Once a journalist, then a PR writer, for the first time I am dabbling in the creative. Now at semi-retirement I am still deciding what might be next.
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