I wait for you
My invisible lover
My skin prickles
With the promise of your touch
My heart beats fast
And I watch the moments tick by
Your face is a mystery
I can trace every line
With the soft finger of imagination
You lie with me
And  every whisper
Lies purple and silver
Over our heads in the darkness
Beautiful one
I will remain
Wendy Lobb 1995

Van Gogh Hands