Today for Monday’s with Martin, we bring you a poem by David Martin, in honor of April being National Poetry Month, plus a little champagne in honor of our new Fine Lines Website!
Enjoy!
Woman
Your absence
pulls my skin from its flesh
and reveals empty places
packed with feeling.
Traces of your presence
linger over wine glasses,
opened books, and a rumpled pillow.
The echoes of your voice
make music to my jangled nerves.
The soft breeze I felt
was a ripple of your breath
gently caressing my face.
David Martin © 1996