this poem is inspired by this 2006 poem “risen”.
https://wordpress.com/post/lifeonthebpd.com/4529
I was ready to give up
Until I felt a sudden caress on my hand
you looked at me with desire, and I blushed
and our passion was awakened
from a year-long deep sleep
Is this a short-lived daydream?
or the impossibility of our new reality?
Life on the BPD 
That Bukowski quote, like many of his ooze with toughness. If it were me writing it, I’d say the predictable….”and I cry.” Now, your poem is a beautiful reminder of the power of a hand caress or holding hands. It’s an instant heaven. God, I miss holding hands.
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