wow... there is something breathtaking about this, partly because of the space--as if the action would happen it it! I hold my breath looking. It's like a stage. But the wires are not yet cut-- still I can just feel it happening, that hug. born of obsessive(and personally directed) desire.

At first I thought the page was blank, then I saw the words. This poem has a kick that adding any more words would nullify.
~Chelle~

so much said with so few strokes. I think, wires or no wires, beyond our own resolve, there is something to be said about the puppets in our lives permitted the chance to embrace us of their own volition. love received without urging, oh what a feeling!