Union by Paul Hackett

perched precariously, arms locked, bare chest -
reaching,
kneeling within this embrace, emotional juggernaut -
searching,
exposed - my experience and naivete, this is me -
floundering,
shuddering conversation, my own language? -
mutual eruption?
stretched, in crumpled fields of cotton, speechless,
bloodless -
fears pounding in languidity.

bio: Paul Hackett lives in the Welsh Marches with his wife and is a writer and researcher on environmental issues. As a poet he has had several poems published in magazines, ezines and anthologies. You can reach Paul Hackett at ph@smallestspace.com