Poem: Two-thirds a Love Poem

Two-thirds a Love Poem

By Nick Chandler
QuailBellMagazine.com

If I could just touch your ankle.
Like a light and hollowed breeze
who’s breath tugs at your hem line
Then, in a slip, recedes back into 
the new world, over old and fresh-built 
homes as it remembers itself, cold and ephemeral
hungry and lost, as it grazes more feet
and laps at the misty heated windows