Saturday, 8 November 2008

A moment

Holding hands

Offer out, palm open fingers out stretched. Outstretched in an un-natural way, almost bent backwards. and yet not quite. A desperate attampt to show emptiness, a place that is available to accomodate another hand. Warmth fleeting as the air passes through fingers. fingers wilting, twitching needing the electricity of touch.
A balled up fist - fist as tight as a rubber ball stubbornly held down. As if garvity was sitting on it, jumping on it, dragging it, enticing the hand to the floor. In that moment a subtle shift - the out streched hand gently curls inwards as if to offer a cave to hide. Yes. Yes. Shelter is taken.

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