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