Out of Touch

two words conflict,

one secreted in its carapace

behind a window safely waving

to the passing world,

a second, delicately-skinned

fruit that can be stroked

cosseted and immersed in.

but here we are,

we might say ‘stay in touch’

knowing we cannot hug or kiss

or we may write ‘keep in contact’

an easier proposition

with message, mail or gestures,

so, we become reduced

and watch the subtle touch

of fruit decay before our eyes,

the perfect bloom of skin,

left to parch and wrinkle

for lack of our soft caresses

Published by grahamrsherwood