I want to speak to you so simply
so gently, just a tremor of air and silence,
a caress against the shell of your ear
without explanations of context
just the heel of one word followed by the next
just their bare feet touching down lightly
leaving no footprints, no tracks, not even a trace;
a breath of air mussing the hair
of palm trees in the sunset;
a finger brushing your cheekbones, your temples
so slight the movement that when
you look you feel nothing there.
