For me
there has always been a distance
A long stretch of something intangible
between desire and consummation

Awkward pauses that occurred when my words jumped
Off the trapeze...

And if someone else's words failed to catch me
I would let go and then
she would let go
But our hands didn't quite

Reach

Until today - this moment
Here
She held part of my hand
(Just the outside half of the palm- pinkie side)  

then spoke
before I could

You don't need to say anymore
Your eyes have asked a question
And my heart has given you the answer

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

for scribe who is special

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