|Apr/May 2017 Poetry|
Photographic image © 2017 Stuart Gelzer
We sit on the couch wrapped in a blanket
Not enough money for winter electric bills.
His cold hands touch my cheeks—
Our eyes speak a language
Of closeness so truthful it is
Balm for years of hurt.
I try not to disappoint those
Who define my world.
In winter, I stray.
I am snow letting go from