Two hands touch:
One small, one large,
Both connected by the electricity of the air,
And the undercurrent of Mystery
Hiding in the shadow of the eye…
Two hands touch:
One warm, one cold,
Both discovered by the fire flies of the night,
And the Peach Trees
Ripened with opportunity and desire….
Two hands touch:
One goes, one stops
Both search for Unattainable Objects,
And relief
Found in the absence of desire….


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