PAMELA JO BOWMAN – MESA ARIZONA
Young tender hands rest gently on stretched sinews.
Night falls, breath releases, stomach flutters.
Sacred shelter shifts and swells.
Constant steady rhythm silently quells.
Nocturnal laying of hands, palms down.
New moons wax and wan, touch sustains,
Anxious hands slowly expand upward, outward.
Restless. Persistent. Patience. Refrain.
Feel the sounds distance impairs to hear.
Lingering for the throb that diminish the fear.
It comes slowly, gently, yet surely it comes.
Relieved breath escapes in grateful muted tears.
Warmth of skin to skin induced the unknown.
Beckoned awake by pressured touch
Stretching forth stretches taut skin.
Expands the heart to take another in.