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I quiver when you touch me
Ann Youmans
Good grief it's so obvious
I see the quivering leaves
and I remember you, feather-light fingers
brushing across my skin
“Like petals,” you breathe,
a spring breeze coaxing
the pink into the bloom
your bee-stung mouth
bends for more honey
the currents of sap rise
I cry out, as per cliche,
more baby don't stop more
and I wonder what will come
when our window faces an evergreen
Ann Marie Gamble is an editor and writer who enjoys telling stories, experimenting with language, and discovering connections between family, places, and ideas. Her poetry has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and you can find her work in Nixes Mate Review, star 82, and the Heartland Review. In her free time, she organizes volunteers for the Unbound Book Festival and checks out as many audiobooks as the library allows.