{Source images: Brigitte Hamadey (guilty feet) & Julie Pepin (ice-sheet hand)} |
Now in a circle, singing hymns –
linked,
palm on
sweaty palm – I think:
Every man has
touched his lowly
hanging parts, with either hand;
every woman has pressed upon her
softly tender, pink and hidden lips.
Now in a circle,
singing hymns –
linked,
palm on sweaty palm – I think:
God bless hers/and ours, those
private
places of bliss,
that contraband;
God bless
these hours ordained, wherein
her moist palm
grazes my
fingertips.
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