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Wrong Hands
A real story
Amid the sun and the sea
An old woman stranded by my side
Anyways, who’s counting years of light
An uninvited stranger to me
Did she grab my arm?
She did, like a life-line just with the wrong hands.
Permission was not being granted but still, famine for touch she held me closer, the street casino, the beach party, none of it in reality.
I shook my resistance and her too, respectful yet I seek but don’t find a reason to excuse such inappropriate invasion of my public space I occupy spelling a clear shadow on the sand, it’s mine, do you mind old lady?
Exuberantly storytelling telling stories of me there me here, I am terribly confused, swimming upstream.
She saw me and wanted a piece.
Do you acknowledge I’m forbidden?
Circling, rotating she’s a hunter.
Giving up is not an option while eyeballs inflamed with substances.
What did you take to force-free sins in day light? I forgive your misconduct.
And still needing my piece of shadow safe from wrong hands to dance in the rhythm of my body, lady I respect, please, can I sing with the seagulls now, in private?
Will you please let me go or should I coldly ignore and leave you yelling for more salted meat?
Feminine masculine north south east swapped west and took the wrong left into this compassless moment and the moon fell into the horizon of common…
