her alter ego

by Tim Cunningham

Posted to Poetry on 2002-03-12 12:57:00

My finger follows
the edges of her shadow
what lovely breasts
and beautifull hips

I can see her,
but will never touch more
than this, the part
that shelters
in the dark

the finger rejoices
as the lips are reached
when breathing
I swiftly touch
the tip of her
reflected tongue

the imaginative
sensation
is enough
to send me
floating