Sunday, 24 May 2009

touch : touch not


I reach out to touch, fingers slip into light.
Yet it is not my fingers not my flesh fingers.
Because how could I reach out with them to touch something that is not touchable?
My chest aches, quivers.
Am I sad? Am I happy?
Prickly eyes.
gentle
gentle
gentle
so deeply tender

2 comments:

LOVE STITCHING RED said...

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Carolyn

hellophotokitty said...

sigh...
this is so moving.
Makes me realize and appreciate the power of photography :-)