Saturday, 25 February 2017

despair or thought provoking

one hand occupies
a loosely closed fist
while the left gently
coats to protect
its counterpart
held dear -- in eager
frustration
or anxiety

now open up
simple appendages 
transferred to sheets laid flat
before me -- unaware
of their desire to curl
and connect into
each other

a lucid dream
or do hands
genuinely
find ways to separate
themselves
from their owners
free to explore
in a manner

of frankenstein
whose hands could potentially
come apart from his simple
chain stitched body
with the slightest tug
-- can you imagine
if he was put together
with only one piece

of thread?