by Elliott Bell
For the thoughtless breath when our hands clasp,
I see the horizon brightening –
A careless brush of your fingertips
I feel my shoulders lightening.
Though our orbits cannot collide
Longer than an instant,
For that second I cease to hide
Despite all my resistance.
When you look me in the eye,
I can’t help the silent sigh
Of relief at being seen-
And found worth something.