Talk to you - a poem. Photo: the Bridges of Madison County.

Fogged windows talk to you

muted sorrows speak of you

paralyzed beings reach for you

Heart and soul call for you

Come to me, unlike the first time:

scared cat, scarred, rebound

Come to me

conscious, open

grinning, wise

Come to me

love that is ever-fresh, ever-powerful, ever-tender

Come to me and say nothing

or say it all

because I’ll take anything

so long as it comes from you.

Take anything… as long as it comes.

Come to me.

Ven. Y no te vayas nunca.

By tuttysan © 2007

Talk to you – a poem. Photo: The Bridges of Madison County, IA.