Thursday, April 10, 2008

Two hands, for one moment

By Francis Scudellari

Two hands, for one moment,
Infinite joined, seamed pair;
Thumb to cupped palm laid, probes
Tentative small circles,
Then bold-reached forays; Maps
Thought-familiar surface,
Smooth to light touch, but pressed
Harder, finely textured --
Cobweb-lined memory
Etched on gentle rises;

Traces entranced deep-cut
Crevices -- age-worn, branched
Pathways to red-pulsed warmth
Concealed tantalizing
Close within; Draws forward
Lured by new-formed pocket;
Nestles in found comfort,
Shut off, oblivious
Till time's pulled influence,
Inevitable, intrudes
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