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24 March 2011 @ 06:55 pm
The Last Blue Line  
The only thing is to make something
Beautiful with these hands.
Soft, unblemished hands,
Elegant nails, indigo edges;
Hands that dance on ivory,
Reinvent history,
Breathing oceans and kingdoms and
Dragons whistling in harmony.
Can you hear them too,
Their voices wreathed in moonlight?
Hands that mould the world,
A potter with yesterday’s clay, playing
The universe with lingering fingers.

But these are real hands, and
Real hands must do real things, so
I pull you closer because
Your hands are also real—
(But this feels so surreal!)—
And these hands fill the blank
Spaces on a calendar;
And then, the half-eaten breakfasts and
Half-breakfasts eaten, and the real
Punctuates blue lines set in plastic, the real
Has slipped inside, gripping, unrelenting,
Until I grip and relent and release
And my hands are returned to me.

But they are changed, mine but not mine—
Though not yours, never yours, those blissful evenings
With no end and beginning, waxed and waned—
They touch soft, unblemished flesh,
Flesh that clutches and steals from breasts;
They touch but can’t hold,
Till thick fingers (no longer tinted, or mauve, or pink,
Or even light brown) curl around
The tiny throat—goodbye, tiny, greedy throat;
Goodbye, beady, unseeing eyes—
And a dissonant symphony calls,
Swells, turns, falls; and then
As I stand, the final silence; the most
Beautiful thing made by these hands.

14 June 2010 – 24 March 2011
© Samantha Lin. All rights reserved.
Current Music: JackoBond - Vergeet Mij
Mierke: Heart (Faith)mierke on March 24th, 2011 09:02 am (UTC)
Can I just say 'wow'? This one is so beautiful ♥♥
evolution of the human soulwindandthestars on March 27th, 2011 07:21 pm (UTC)
Every single time I read this I start out insisting I'm going to leave a comment that's more than <33333333 but somewhere along the way my brain gets lost in the awesome.