Tuesday, November 22, 2016

hands-on experiences

invariably I am laying in bed, although on the night of the poke in the ribs and visual contact I was sitting in a chair.


pats on the back.


hands on my shoulders.


last week it felt as if wings were settling softly upon me.


variations.


a sense of embrace.


a heavy blow to my back to get my attention a couple years ago, when I was being sloppy.


company.





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