Sunday, December 6, 2009

Her Hands

I enjoyed watching her
Hands on the screen of
My mind.

They were so small and soft - so delicate!
So expressive of her inner self!
But then,

With her absence,
Her hands dimmed into shadows.
And when one night,

We met again at a soiree,
While sipping her white wine,
I saw her hands again.

This time I couldn’t
Recognize them
....any more!

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