between fist and
being open.
She's so present
that my hands are
just wanna-be fists,
I cannot
grasp.
Their palms just
naturally tend to face up,
as if anticipating
that her hands are
going to land onto mine.
And how they do!
tranced by Raffaella Ciavatta Labels: love at Saturday, July 25, 2009
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