Hand Holding

Father’s gripcontrolling crushwarned against disobedience First loveGrade oneholding handswalking home A sister’s hand –frail flesh stretchedover aching bones –clung to mineuntil too hot to touchI had to let gowhile she surrenderedher last breath. A lover’s handlacks stillness –strokes and cajolessensuality evoking desire Held my children’s handswith my heart – never wanting to let goprideful possession […]

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Winter’s Touch

Fat flakes of snow fall on my face, my lens, disrupt focus – each icy formation a gentle kiss. Oh, Winter, you crafty old man, winning me over with the purity of white, and cold, wet, caresses. (Sarah S is hosting in the dVerse pub tonight with the prompt: touch. ¬†Photo taken today on our […]

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