We Are Like Hands "You know how hands come together to clap, sometimes gentle, soft, rough, hard, stinging, wet, barely touching, not touching at all -- yet, connecting through a whole despite a gap? Might our meetings be incidental or mayhap poetry slipping through your lips so naturally, always with a quip, at me, intentions, coincidental? I remember your voice reaching my heart in yore years of war, mid battle, piercing my cold, as though finding a veneer part of me, in need of better protection. I remember you wielding, running in fields like a gazelle as though with somewhere else to go though nowhere else to be you and your women comrades in a tactical stampede..." Read the rest via www.Piatures.com. Onward and Upward, Dufreshest