Because your magic hands
went soft years ago.
Because you slept through
tonight’s weather forecast
and lightning has just begun
to flash.
Because strands of hair cling
to your brush like antiseptic
threads that bind nothing.
Because I’ve shut the windows
and the deadened silence is chaotic.
Because the veins of your body,
vibrantly knotted for so long,
have disappeared beneath
the fragile parchment
of your skin.
Beacause the power will flicker soon,
and fail, stranding me here
with the bewildered sound
of thunder.
© 2006 Christine Klocek-Lim
Christine Klocek-Lim 
beautiful & romantic
….love never can be said,just breathe it,deeply.
Kai, thanks.ufukhati, yes, so true. Thanks for stopping by.
you cannot write lovebut you can braille itby fingering the heart beats…..(can I link with you?)
plus ultra, thanks for stopping by and your kind comments. If you wish, you may link to me; I’m flattered. 🙂