I wonder what it’s like to hold your hand,
those long fingers envied by pianists
and at least one poet your wave commands.
I wonder what it’s like to wrap your wrist
with a bracelet’s gentle twisting caress;
to be blessed with your bold elbow’s graceful
nudge of emphasis; sense your slender dress
sway as you flow to me, my arms grateful
to reach for you, starting our precious dance.
I wonder if I kissed your soft dimple
with lips gracious as rain, would it entrance
you as it would me, lead you to simple
laying of your blushed cheek on my shoulder.
I wonder if we’d dare something bolder.
Roger Armbrust
April 13, 2012
