Inadequate

Everything in me is enormous tonight. I tried to write but all the words that came seemed so wildly inadequate. So I'll leave it to another. I don't really want to write, anyway. 

I want to touch. That would say it all.

A Conceit

Give me your hand.

Make room for me

to lead and follow

you

beyond this rage of poetry.

Let others have

the privacy of

touching words

and love of loss

of love.

For me

Give me your hand.

-Maya Angelou