5 half moons rising.
5 cute cuticles.
5 tributaries of touch
flow from the cliff
of a white white cuff
little black hairs
scurrying away from it
the glint of a ring
catching...capturing..the light
a scar
still visible
from a never to be
forgotten childhood memory
ten tiny freckles
scattered
ad hoc
amongst
the climbing
vines of veins.
See? I know you!
...like the back of my hand!
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-know-you-for-the-one-onelia/
