Communion
With years of well practised wordless command
through darkness you reach out and take my hand
thumb slides along your palm, stops at your wrist
you, motionless, no effort to resist.
Both kneeling in the dark we hold the pose
your pulse beckons, my breathing starts to slow.
Our heads inches apart, not wont to touch
so little contact, yet still means so much.
Remembering your tresses, copper hues
long lashes crown a gaze in sapphire blue.
My thumb around your arm now circling
on skin so smooth once, now papyrus thin.
Decades have passed but although we have changed
our bond still strong as steel, long to remain
from strangers into lovers now just friends
we remain in our communion till the end.
Time now for me to let you go once more
so I can pass your food under the door.
29th July 2015
For contest 'Poem with a chilling twist' by Frank Herrera
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