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Jake Schuessler
The Donnadio, or Gift of
God in Modern EngUsh
Centimeters separate the fingertips
Of God and Adam
And us.
I am reminded of the slow slide
Of your sweaty palm against mine,
The times we find excuses for touch,
Such as a hug goodbye or a high-five,
And how we suspend the separation,
Letting our hands slip slowly off each other
As we lose our grip,
Brushing past the fingertips
Of the divine and betrayal.
How long can we hold on
Before it's cheating?
Is it so wrong
For life to be
Invoked through strokes,
And drawn through touch?
I am drawn to touch
You
And know life too,
Like Adam,
Reaching for the gift of God.
