In his hands I am his

I have fallen into passionate kind hands. My delicate body lies on its side on them, they softly touch my sweet skin amorously they affectionately bring me to life.   I have been bathed in dark thick honey; its delicious thickness coating my mouth, my throat, flowing into my lungs, perfusing my inner self, my soul.   Its lusciousness pours out of…

Closed Door

A sliver of light entered the room as the door opened. It brought dust particles in its lingering shine, the door opened slowly as in hesitating to move, and a silhouette appeared piece by piece behind it. First the hand that touched the door frame, then the resting feet that supported their owner. The head…