It is a fervor unfettered by the flesh.
A spirit departing through the fingertips, entering the fibers of our shared pulse,
Diffusing a balmy exhalation that preludes their embrace;
Respiring the sweet scent of its anticipation.
It is a dialogue in the veins that emanates from our innermost being,
A sensation that fills the profundity of my joints.
A magnetism triggered in our bones
Whose melody resounds in their cobwebbed cavities.
The silent weeping of yearning tendons outstretching,
Wailing as one without a mother for a home that in the hand of a friend I have found.
Mortal hands that for an instance transgress the rotating tyranny of the clock’s,
Denuding the muscles of their strength, clothing them in warm blood nectar.
Our wistful thinking to fill a space within by closing the one between us
Traverses all the layers of being, and transcends all the planes of existence.
This gripping impulse excavates a new vessel for me within yourself.
A place in which to berth our friendship.
A blend of our palms, their interlocking asymmetry,
Rekindles the cherished imperfections of first love,
And stokes the light conducing us on a shared path.
Embracing the soul of a friend.
Dedicated to R.S. Noel for reminding me that writing has the restorative power to transport us into a better world, even in the darkest of hours.
Thank you for the shout-out. Let’s continue to foster this positive writers’ community, the Writers’ Tribe, in which we can all feel free to share with others what is in our hearts.
Oseguera, J. L., Jr. (2017). Fate Is In The Hands [Layered Image]. stripSearchLA, Los Angeles.