by Heather Parker

Encased again 

a polyester cotton 

warming my skin 

as to be hugged

or loved demands 

which I never knew

existed in space

or time spinning 

through the glass

the single grain 

of sand falls slowly

to the others calling

out to join them 

in their hugged love

maybe singular clasp 

is all humanity needs 

to feel warmth 

skin touching skin 

heavy is the heart 

the wanting of love

only receiving affliction.