does a hand come, disembodied
from the depths of hammerspace
to shelter your spark as you build a fire?
one does for me
and though i try now to live
to love
to bask in the light
i cannot find it in me to scoff at the dark
for that is where the magic trickles
from fingertips
from smooching lips
from lovers' hands on lovers' hips
and given a chance to pay it back
a hand reaching out to soothe
or protect or caress
or merely let someone know it's there
it exists
and it knows you exist too
you exist too
and i am thankful
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