Excuse my hand (II)

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a term I seldom use


Summer clothes

Packed in tight


A voice declares

"Doors closing"

Faces stilled


Such quiet

hushed phenomena 

What would our ancestors 

make of this crushing


Strangers allowing strangers

their Intimate space

Expelled air 

The body's breath


A nervous cough suppressed 

A weary sigh

eyes meeting 

eyes avoiding

"Doors opening".



and the memory of

breasts against arms

buttocks pressed into 




We go our separate ways

A bit like love.


Words and image:  Tommy Carroll


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Wolfgar Miere

Thu 28th Mar 2019 06:21

Good morning Tommy,

Love, like being trapped in an elevator. Sometimes it's a relief to just get out, if so can it be love?

Good ideas Tommy,


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