AuburnScribbler

Hand in Hand

Give unto me intimacy, so that I can wear their

warmth, like a comfort blanket, where it will

tell me; that I am allowed to love, thus giving

me; my everlasting invitation to embrace.

 

Either it be wholesome, so I can hug my mother

sister and father dearest, or in a filthier way, thus

I can pretend to be a roman, so I can roll around

with like-minded folk; in Bacchanalian bliss.

 

Or just the simplicity of a hand shake, so I can

demonstrate my candour, with a certain decorum

that is very much lacking; in this modern world,

a world messed up, by re-prioritising, creating

our demise in; our state of mind, and the state

of play, what was so pure, is now in decay, so I

implore you, make it so, give back to me, to us, intimacy,

so that we, hand in hand, can rebuild what has been lost,

instead of us guiltily questioning, what has all this cost?              

Comments4

  • Goldfinch60

    So very true Ben. As you say even the simple handshake is missed so much.

    Touching people creates a memory within us that can reach the core of our bodies and is so much missed.
    It will come back soon though.

    Andy

    • AuburnScribbler

      Glad that you agree Andy, cannot wait to embrace my loved ones again.

      Thanks for the read, and I hope all is well.

    • orchidee

      It's a nod or a wink or a wave for now, or a monk-like greeting with hands together and small bow to each other. Summat like that anyway.

      • AuburnScribbler

        At least these contactless greetings are something orchidee, though in such a frustrating and strange world, folk sometimes can blank you entirely, let's hope that this disallowance of embracing, does not turn into another excuse to ignore our fellow human.

        Thanks for the read, and I hope all is well.

      • L. B. Mek

        wonderful eloquence as the spine anchoring your natural flow..
        'of electricity within skin conversations
        your words remind, nudging
        us back to our binary DNA
        of instinctive language
        where eyes and fingers whisper
        those truth's that resonate, best'

        • AuburnScribbler

          Thank you for such a beautiful lyrical response L. B. Mek, I agree entirely with your above stanza.

          I think in a nut shell, I could have posted this instead:

          To be touched is to belong,
          to not belong, is to be out of touch.

          Thanks for the read, and I hope all is well.

        • Accidental Poet

          Of what is humanity without that human touch and embrace? Excellently penned Auburn. ; )

          • AuburnScribbler

            Thank you for the read Accidental Poet, and yes, we do need that embrace to emphasise that we are not robots, we are people who feel, and are touched by the embrace; that has been on pause for too long; because of this horrible prolonged pandemic!

            Thanks again, and I hope that all is well!



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