FPF 2018 #13 Hands


Your warm hand steady on my back

a brief startling touch as we danced around,

faltering, awkward – two strangers lost in another’s kitchen.

How long has it been

since someone touched me

like that?

Bit of irony, wrote the poem – couldn’t find a photo I’d taken of a man’s hands. Then I remembered the photo I took of John Oh in Sydney featured in an earlier blog post. The flowers were not a Valentines gift – they were a thanks from me to John for a very pleasant afternoon, in which his hands featured prominently.

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