unhanded
Reach out in darkness
cold wind spirals
around between
fingers spread
feeling
nothing
solid warm
nothing
soft
enfolding
welcoming
nothing
emptiness
where once trust
answering touch
sharing caressing
gone now
hands left
dangling
mutilated spiders
still
remembering
burning
tingling
tips stroking
walking
cupping
dancing over around
inside
more
feeling
others' reaching
back
back and front
scalp face
holding
loving touch
yes once
there
was
was there?
but perhaps false
memory constructed
fantasies of held
illusions to hold
despair at bay
as yet another circuit
around that narrowing helix
comes to its end
closing converging
to a final point
and always alone
18th September 2019 – #5DaysofEros 3 day two, the erotics of hands
