I’m sorry. I’ve been away too long. It wasn’t fair to go with little explanation as to why. Please allow me to simply say; I am working toward the betterment of myself and that can be exhausting. I promise to be more diligent in my attentions.
I’ve little more than a spare moment; so I leave you with something short. This is not new, though it will be new to you. Recent thoughts have brought it to the forefront of my mind. I hope you enjoy.
The playful dance of fingers intertwined.
Mated palms kiss one another
in the holy union of
promises whispered across stars.
The marriage of flesh,
as palm to palm they stand;
strength exchanged for strength
in such a gentile kiss.
Palm to palm is soul to soul,
safe and sound in the grasp of a hand.
Mated fingers intertwine,
and draw love to love;
for sake of love,
to banish thoughts
of sad and empty palms.