The Receiving Line July 15, 2005 9:04 PM
Effortlessly hands reached out, fingers caressed palms till thumbs locked within this most formal of greetings. The warmth and supple texture of this flesh now locked within my grasp, gave me pause, and rather then a quick release I found myself placing my other hand atop this grasp as if to thwart an escape.
Her eyes grew wide for an instant then relaxed. Quizzically looking into my face, she saw the panic that my action had painted and a quiet smile soon grew on parted lips.
I was propeled from my self made Hell into the Garden of the Sun, in the pull of one breath. For the moment, this unfathomable woman had granted me brief access to a world of her making as all things real about me faded from my senses.
For a lifetime we stood united as my mind churned beyond lights speed and spun time through courtship, marriage and slowed into a warp were all was calm and free.
Suddenly, the lights dimmed, a chill traveled up each arm, this life's source grew still. She stepped to the right, and as each reached for the next hand offered in line, both turned to acknowledge the journey and bid a quiet farewell
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