Poetry

You can do that
standing on your head,
she said…
confidence booster,
yeast to my dull brain…

whatever you touch
improves its image –

toad in the hole,
wild flowers in a vase,
a screaming child –
talent wasted if you ask me.

I didn’t ask.:

but love, ah love,
if I touch you
how will you be –

standing on your head
grinning,
leaving me
standing?