I Could Offer to Touch You

If I touched you
what would the
tips of my fingers say?

If it would go beyond
my sympathetic eye,
if it would be more than unspoken,
if my fingers would
make false promises,
if they would move you to hope,
remove doubts,
build an alliance,

if they blew
open your loneliness,
would you be my victim?


(this is a poem I wrote in 2002. It was addressed to the subject of a chat room romance)