Terry's blog: "My poetry"

Momentary Miracles

Lives, more fragile than dreams,

meet and tremble as they touch

in the semi-darkness

of their waking sleep.

Should they touch too long,

the visions fix.

Lives link

like hands on hands

like bare arms entwined

like moist flesh clinging.

Lips and eyes wander

amid millions of lips and eyes.

In momentary miracles

sometimes the right eyes

and the right lips

fuse

and shut out the darkness

by closing into each other

as birds fold in their young

as mouths of babes

close on their mothers’ breasts

as one dream closes

to start anew

as I fold gently

into you.

Terry