Marjorie A. Buettner...

Stain of Touch

...the stain of touch upon the skin like the spill of light a candle leaves in a room there drops from us a calloused darkness shed unaging us to a flesh where in layers there collects a hieroglyph a gradient of light like a mound of snow at the foot of a tree your touch molding carving me to a wordless light crystallized light that makes snow of me snow....

drifting to sleep in the bed of our desire winter's night

Marjorie