For me
there has always been a distance
A long stretch of something intangible
between desire and connection

Awkward pauses that occurred when my words jumped 

Off the trapeze...

And if someone else's words failed to catch me
I would let go and then she would let go  

                                                          but our hands didn't quite reach


Until today - this moment



She held part of my hand
(Just the outside half of the palm- pinkie side)  

then spoke,  before I could


You don't need to say anymore
Your eyes have asked a question
And my heart has given you the answer





for scribe who is special

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