THE ISOLATION DIARIES – PART THREE
MY HANDS, A HAIKU
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1 min readMay 13, 2020
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They know not pavement
These streets have not become them
No heart in straight lines
Striking at the chord
From ‘06 Maton to ‘Kay’
New tension, new drive
My hands are small, yet
They are strong
Let us unravel;
Kneading skin like dough
My thumbs never buckle as
They grind knots beneath
Bodies are language
The silence is bursting where
Fingers intertwine
Hands are as mouths here
An entire story conveyed
Organ to organ
Building each movement
The rise and fall our cadence
Flesh wrapped in flesh, dear
Kneeling on all fours
Weight of my body and yours
There is that quaver
Bursting crescendo
The inevitable fall
No heart in straight lines
