Hands

Embers burn
in dark of night
and a hand moves
to stir the fire back to life
as a presence draws near
descending far beneath the fear
that once kept it all at bay

while the hand that holds
the movement warms
yet not with heat
of embers flashing
once again to dance
but with the warmth
of one hand reaching
gently for an other
reaching out to touch
what makes it move . . .

?Michaelette?

3/26/2000
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