Making Contact

Stay.
A shiver of electricity wakes something deeper than I can identify.
A longing for closeness, sheer terror in the face of need.
It is only a hand.  Just a contact.
Stay.
It will not choke, will not entice, will not go beyond.
Just as it supports the physical structure, so it can help to hold the tide of emotion.
It is not demand.  Just acceptance.
Stay.
Do I fear the holding or the letting go?
Because there is no tomorrow, maybe I will be here forever.
And if that is so, I would like to feel the warmth of contact.

Let go.
Not of the hand, not of the body, not even of the mind.
Just loosen the grip, allow another to hold.
If there is no tomorrow, there is no consequence.
So let it go.
It can spill over, washed away by tears.
It is only a feeling. A transitory, fluid state which is not forever.
And it can be gone if I let it go.
Let go.
Do I fear forever or just the now?
There will be a tomorrow, I could choose to be there.
And if that is so, I would like to be a part of it.

Stand.
First with the prop of something stronger than what I believe is there.
And then with just a light contact, tethering me to the ground.
It is OK to be here.  OK to just be.
Stand.
Choke doubt, entice possibility, go beyond requirement.
It is not necessary to stand alone or bend to carry expectation.
I am allowed to ask.  I could accept.
Stand.
Is it wrong to fear the view from above?
To see just tomorrow and all its possibility as a choice for now, not forever.
And if that is so, would I like to stand and have a look?