Snatches
A poem on the frustrations of talking about difficult things over the internet
Mist swirls.Every sense strainsto catch a glimpse. A movement.Spinning towards,Find you smilingAll is well.Then probe too deep.Into the mist vanish.Waiting anxiously.No point in searching;The mist conceals.No way to reach you.Then out of this mist,Returning once more.My heart swells,Concerns war.Should I ask or avoid?Tendrils of mistObscure your eyes.Can't read you.One touchOf a sensitive spotAnd you are gone again.Catchi...
