As we kiss good-bye
in the middle of a Brooklyn street,
you whisper:
“Sleep with whomever you want.
Just don’t hold hands.”
For 31 years,
virgin palms press
against swinging doors,
against each other
in desperate agnostic prayer.
I hug other mourners
inside a church basement
when one of us leaves too soon.
I hear my name
expertly delivered
in a voice no one can touch.
I turn around
to face you—
my hands free.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
this speaks to me deeply and it wonderful in so many levels.
“Sleep with whomever you want.
Just don’t hold hands.”
Fantastic.
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Thanks. I have to give credit where credit is due. Someone once said that to me. Wish I had made it up.
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Well, I wish I would have said it too
but it doesn’t matter
it is beautiful it has been said
beautiful is was heard
and appreciated
and i am glad you put it into a poem to share
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