Tuesday, January 17, 2017

just holding hands

Just holding hands,
just the distance of touch,
just the absence of moments
in the rush of other peoples day.
Unwasted instants
shared, companiable,
unthrilled but impassioned
naked, unlusted,
unchained by desire,
just holding hands.
Just holding hands,
inadequate yet enough,
sufficient for the moment
of the closed eyes.
The semenal migration
of mutual concern,
unteared for the moment,
winged yet in the wings
for a different act
when curtained night
walks the ward
with the unholding.
Just holding hands
just holding
beyond touch,
beyond the sensation
of skin on skin
beyond the tingled mingled closeness
of shared space
the silent intercourse
of just holding hands.

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