Your hair shining comes to mind, and I can feel it

press my face. Your laughing spirit and I

danced in that hair, then greedy

and bold your hands graced me


when we were young. I could lift

into your palm like new grass

or morning glory opening to the sun.

Only warm light everywhere around you.


And now, hands long since apart hang off knees

like dancers bowing to tender rhythms –

far memories in perpetual flow. The squeeze

across invisible distance announces a pulse tonight.

Tonight. The particles of now and then touch,

and I run echoes of you through my soul.

                                                         -D.G. Dal Ponte


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