You touched cast-iron bedposts painted ivory
in my unbearably stuffy summer
bedroom. You touched limitations of trust,
trusting in my black-and-white zone. You touched
oil paint on canvas in my storehouse
memberships. You touched Wednesday night
church fellowships in my graduate school
library. You touched the hound I was walking
in my water-soluble India ink.
Poem copyright 2014 by Jnana Hodson
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