Carole Greenfield


the quiet stun
of your touch, dark heat 
of your smile, its private sun

in the last hours of blackness 
before bird calls, gray beyond glass,
footsteps in halls

outside your room and on the street
other feet, the weight of rain
marking the pavement with sound,
with stain

still shadows wet and glistening
my heart is quiet, listening

where I was struck, 
I gleam

Carole Greenfield grew up in Colombia and lives in Massachusetts. Her work has appeared in Beltway Poetry Quarterly, Sky Island Journal, Glacial Hills Review and Sparks of Calliope, among others