"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Touch


I needed to be touched

When I found her waiting in the lobby of loneliness

After a long absence of feeling


My skin had forgotten

The sensation of fingertips


Her nakedness comforted my soul

While she told me stories with her eyes

As we danced in the shadows of time
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