calluses

“Every heart sings a song, incomplete until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet”   –  Plato

 

“Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.”  

–  Charles Dickens

 

“Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.”  

–   Rainer Maria Rilke

 

 

 

 

calluses

*

like fingerprints

 your touch

lands delicately

like a butterfly

on the small

of my back

as each journey

begins

rough against

softness as

firmness increases

pressure mounts

indelibly you engrave

upon flesh

the stories

we write

the roughness

of your fingertips

my

neumonic device

*

bisous,

léa

Author: Léa

A wanderer who has found home and herself in the South of France.

8 thoughts on “calluses”

    1. Merci beaucoup Cindy. Things are progressing, albeit slowly. Shall I take it that you survived the rattlesnake adventure unscathed? 🙂

    1. Christine, thank you so much. I am afraid I am a kinestetic individual and touch & feeling is much of the way I perceive the world.

      You know me, I must have my quotes… 🙂

      Love,
      Lea

      XxXx

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