Wish I'd touch with my fingers your hand
The same way as I did in my daydream
To some infinitesimal extend
With the tenderness of a sun-beam,
Just to cover it with a veil
Of smooth delicacy and longing,
To forget it be trick of the brain*,
Holographic insensuous moment...
/January, 21st, 2020/
/photo and collage - designed by the author/
* - строфа составлена не в угоду нормам грамматики, а в пользу красоты поэтического слова