"Trace"

If I had but one moment to trace the shape of your face with the tip of my finger, I would find myself held unaccountable for my actions, I would find myself at the mercy of your eyes, I would find myself malleable under the warmth of your hands, if I had but one moment to trace the shape of your face with the tip of my finger. Aleathia Drehmer 2007 Published by Poems for All 6/07