My hand on your bare thigh <br />against the hard stone wall <br />pierced <br />hot sand slides under the sole of your feet <br />the silk slides <br />moist legs touch <br />fingers linger <br />the sandal strap digs across the palm <br />your hand <br />held down <br />silver bracelet <br />encircled by my fingers <br />restrained <br />the sand shifts round <br />taut fabric <br />I open you out <br />precious flower buds <br />for sipping bees <br />or wasps <br />licking the ripe fig fruit<br /><br />Anthony Dalby<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-hand-on-your-bare-thigh/
