i didn't do anything

to develop this unique connec on

of muscles and nervesvg

it was made mine

That woman, I Knew her eyes were on me how to tie my shoe

before i knew

but what could I do? In a deserted park it was set in motio

would I have kissed before i could craw

her? only if it was dark. or Stand

like a I felt the pain on her face

I knew the pain on her face p ‘2 m p i will lease with it She wanted when it begins

the touch I could not give; to grow grey and white, .9

more i may be leaving with it on any night

than age was between us. .

=Y Thom Later that afternoon as Revson

in the museum I wanted the touch from somebody, but I did not get it. the touch of long needed friendliness the touch of loneliness understood the touch of the gentle heart of the hand. I waited, and I thought of the lines I had to say, and I said then and walked away and stopped before the picture of Socrates taking poison and said: over and over It could have been different; it could have happened. It could have been different; it could have happened. she might have touched me- i shall never know that.

By. Thomas Revson