He underestimates its importance, <br />the touch of him on the skull <br />the patting and the scratch. <br /> <br />But he can be so blase <br />with that effortless speaking <br />which tumbles out like silk <br /> <br />Whereas I am a dumb angel <br />braying and bawling <br />the uncomprehending hark <br /> <br />How is it he does not know <br />how beautiful he is <br />the endless kisses I wipe him with <br /> <br />When he and I are one <br />it is as if I could live forever <br />as famous as the night <br /> <br />He is the running rabbit of peace <br />When his heart beats <br />my own beats twice<br /><br />Mike Finley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-master-s-hand/
