February 17, 2012

Hands.

[Author’s note: This was written in response to a conversation I had the other day with a friend about the hand-holding sit in the LGBT center held last year in response to on-campus hatred toward same-sex couples holding hands..]


Last night in fleeting passion

Our hands, like two strangers, met.

And like lips in most ardent prayer, held fast.

In the shadows of your room

My hands were free to study yours.

Intertwined. And inseparable.


But today you are cold.

Your hand still beside you

Enclosed in shadows,

And studied in secrets;

Longing to find warmth in the comfort of a touch.


Relaying the sweet nothings we long to speak

Our hands brush briefly as we part

For our lips cannot.

2 comments:

  1. This makes me so sad. It reminds me of a time a couple of months back, when I saw two young women holding hands, eyeing each other lovingly, and showing affection in our local mall (which is in a very conservative small-town setting). They caught me looking and dropped hands. One gave me a strange look. I wonder if she thought I was gazing at them in disapproval. I spoke to them and told them that I didn’t mean to stare, and then I explained that seeing them made me feel happy, because it’s the kind of change I want to see in our world, and especially for my son. They looked so surprised and thanked me. I remember feeling so sad that they thought they had to thank me for approving of their love. Had I not said something, they’d have thought I was just staring. Moral of my story - please hold hands. For every person looking at you with disapproval, there is at least another person looking at you and feeling very hopeful about a better world.

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  2. The sit-in was awesome! I totally remember that from last year :)

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