Touch: The Journal of Healing




    by Kenneth P. Gurney

Without light I guessed

the stars fell out of the sky

or that my cave was too deep

for my healing.

And I guessed this was not sleep

for no color-splashed images 

washed the insides 

of my eyelids.

I feared it was death

and the long Dante drama 

submerged below the surface

of the lake of fire.

But there was this strum,

this concordant vibration of moist heat,

the red pulse of a fleshy, ovoid wall—

my new fingers first encounter.

© 2011 Kenneth P. Gurney

Kenneth P. Gurney lives in Albuquerque, NM, USA.  He edits the NM poetry anthology Adobe Walls.  His latest book of poems is An Accident Practiced.  To learn more about Kenneth, visit his website.

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