Reflections in a Photograph
I looked at our old picture yesterday
His hands reminded me
Of the loving that flowed from his fingertips
Gently caressing
Or hungrily grasping
They knew my body better than I.
No one since could satisfy my doubts with a touch
He would cradle my face
And I was precious and rare
No one since has drunk me with their eyes
Leaving behind more than they consumed
Suffice it to say, no one since has loved me.
His hands reminded me
Of the loving that flowed from his fingertips
Gently caressing
Or hungrily grasping
They knew my body better than I.
No one since could satisfy my doubts with a touch
He would cradle my face
And I was precious and rare
No one since has drunk me with their eyes
Leaving behind more than they consumed
Suffice it to say, no one since has loved me.
