April Anthology 2017: Friends on a screen

[4/4/2017]

I can be caught up in faceless affection;

feel a surge of love at a glimpse

of just that shade and color you use

to mask your face, as if it were

your eyes catching the light,

the corners of your smile curving up at me.

I don’t know if my parents have ever learned

what this is, this touch of tenderness and wonder,

a hand on my heart from a hundred

or a thousand miles away.

White fur and red robe changed to daffodil yellow

shares a love of worlds in books,

sends me favorite music, reminds me I am more

than what I can make or do.

A blur of tan and forest green in a flowering archway

co-authored five years of adventure story.

Wide black cross on cyan shared his poetry,

complimented mine, and prayed for

my frightened teenage heart.