God granted grace,
my soul expressed in my hands.
Fingers stroking gently,
and pressing firmly,
in familiar patterns
on a familiar body
(all bodies are familiar,
though some release gasps,
and sing, and wheeze
on different keys)
When the silence in the aftermath settles,
our bodies still vibrating,
a question lingers in the air:
Why do we close our eyes
when we feel the most?
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 1:13 AM UTC
God granted grace,
my soul expressed in my hands.
Fingers stroking gently,
and pressing firmly,
in familiar patterns
on a familiar body
(all bodies are familiar,
though some release gasps,
and sing, and wheeze
on different keys)
When the silence in the aftermath settles,
our bodies still vibrating,
a question lingers in the air:
Why do we close our eyes
when we feel the most?
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