he sat next to me
intruding in my space
we read our books
as the bus rode along
the intimate touch
of his leg against mine
I never saw his face
but that touch
was on my mind
all day

~ Laura Dennis

Laura Dennis lives in Edmonton with her husband and two cats. Although she has written poetry for most of her life, she has only recently begun thinking about pubishing it. She works as a secretary.

One Response to “Touch”

  1. Again, this is the third poem I’ve read of yours today so this is my
    third comment, hence the “again”… and you capture a big moment in
    a few words.
    Can relate to it in literal and personal ways.

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