Cold Night in June
for j.j.b.
I cry, sometimes –
they ask — frown the wrong question.
tear drops out, wanders
warm touch down the cheek
leaving itself behind
cold trail.
ah the touch, the illusion — someone else?
not there, but was.
Reminder brings another.
I only try then,
rare touch, the wander –
moving, part of me.
the airflow, fan in my window
moving tiny hairs on my leg.
I will never [...]