Lapse During A Moment Of Sadness Poem by Jean Renwick

To hold your slender body in my arms is a definition of joy,
And though you cannot know it, a temporary appeasement of ache.
It is so nice, and so difficult to kiss you –
I know you have allowed such affection between us only in your moment of sorrow.
But now I have a memory of skin soft as marshmallow,
Of eyes like black fire, and hair like a windswept field of corn.
This will be my sanctuary when we return to home and healing
From the pain of this strange waking dream.