Image by Tess KincaidA gloved hand
is gentle, fickle,
like the soft wing
of an enigmatic bird.
One clandestine touch,
a tickle, the apocalypse
of taut leather and cashmere
ignites passion faster
than plywood of a naked
palm. Though embraced
a thousand times, still
it becomes the smooth
kidskin psalm, sung
by a beautiful stranger;
a splendid woolgathering,
that eats away the heart.
Tess Kincaid
December, 2010
Posted over on her site Willow Manor
Listed as #1 over on Magpie Tales 46
1 comment:
original and lovely imagery on the gloves.
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