Labor To Embrace

by HANKarcher

I long for my hands to hold
or command paint and color
or the slender neck of a green
guitar. Instead they only choke this
plastic feather spilling
blue-green merchandise which
you must labor to embrace.

It is work and I’m afraid
dire flower
that you will not find this
blotted type of making love
as worthy or as easy and so never
let me hold
you still.

photo Jo ©2012