Touch is her enemy; her fingertips on his warm back now abhorrent, repulsing. She remembers when touch was the bond between them. When they hungrily explored with urgent fingertips.
Rebuffed, she pulls her fingers away, as if burnt by the heat of a stove. She returns to the prescribed distance between them, back to back in the barren bed. For a moment. Then, she slides out, leaving quiet sobs, wet pillow behind.
Padding out to the kitchen, she feels the coldness of the wine bottle, the responsiveness of the keyboard under her fingers.
A short think on mlmm Tale Weaver #106: touch
Lorraine's frilly freudian slip 
February 10, 2017 at 12:48 pm
Beautifully written you do a great job at saying how important touch is a connector between people, how such simple gestures of affection are missed and heartbreaking to lose when they became “repulsive” to the narrator in your story. For her it seems hard to believe that something she loved to do so much is abhorrent now. I wonder what he did? Or if she just fell out of love?
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February 10, 2017 at 1:17 pm
Yes, touch is how we express so much — those simple expressions of affection, as you, say are so important to feel connected to someone, connected to yourself.
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February 10, 2017 at 2:34 am
Such a sad tale. Poignant and vivid. Still on the dark side.
Beautiful and heart wrenching. 😢
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February 10, 2017 at 10:35 am
Thank you, Stephanie.
I have been fluctuating between long and short forms.
The dark side continues to haunt me. Perhaps the lighter side will emerge at some point.
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February 10, 2017 at 12:20 am
Distance, emptiness between voids
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February 10, 2017 at 12:24 am
dancing the edge of the abyss
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February 10, 2017 at 12:29 am
loniless sings in flutes
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February 10, 2017 at 9:38 am
a sonata of tears
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February 10, 2017 at 11:33 am
Symphony in no movement
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February 10, 2017 at 11:40 am
mute strings, lost score
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February 10, 2017 at 11:58 am
rampant notes look for chord
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February 10, 2017 at 12:50 pm
descending scale, trembling clef
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February 10, 2017 at 1:05 pm
sharp eyes listen to the flat
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February 10, 2017 at 1:15 pm
hearing only echoes
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February 10, 2017 at 1:28 pm
As metronomes keep time
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February 10, 2017 at 1:44 pm
lost in the cacophony of heartbeat
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February 10, 2017 at 1:50 pm
Desperately trying to match breaths
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February 10, 2017 at 2:20 pm
in a sliver of moment; ecstasy
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February 10, 2017 at 2:24 pm
Singularity engulfs everything
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February 10, 2017 at 2:59 pm
moving towards the event horizon
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February 10, 2017 at 3:25 pm
I have arranged the beginning of the string. Should I post?
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February 10, 2017 at 3:29 pm
By all means, I’ve been playing around with the lines, too.
Let’s end it where it is on the event horizon for this string.
project 21 words, or colouring outside the lines?
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February 10, 2017 at 3:31 pm
sounds good. project 21words and Lost Chord. I may get greedy and put something on Coloring too. But I may mix in some older strings. I have a thought (dangerous things) 😀
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February 10, 2017 at 4:02 pm
Thinking is dangerous — I have first hand experience with thought.
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February 10, 2017 at 4:05 pm
And I have read your tales…. 😉
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February 10, 2017 at 4:01 pm
https://project21words.wordpress.com/2017/02/10/lost-score/?preview=true
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February 10, 2017 at 4:03 pm
Perfect — and not where I’m going with our words.
You have done a great job pulling “strings” together.
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February 10, 2017 at 4:06 pm
I have a list. I’m not usually this organized…so I’m working with a or if my comfort zone on the next one
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February 10, 2017 at 5:06 pm
If I bring organization — then be careful. Usually I bring chaos!
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February 10, 2017 at 5:18 pm
https://any1mark66.wordpress.com/2017/02/11/singularity-commentary-po-em/?preview=true
The steps to oblivion maybe our legacy then😉
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February 10, 2017 at 5:34 pm
Love how you pulled in other lines — well done.
One correction, if I might, compiled in “comment” rather than “content” sections — just a small thing.
Oh dear — are we heading towards or causing oblivion? Legacy sounds so final — like this is the last po.em — I hope not.
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February 10, 2017 at 5:48 pm
I’ll go back and fix that in a bit. After the first day, we were gong that way noone took the time to notice
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February 10, 2017 at 5:54 pm
what happens with oblivion? No more commentary?
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February 10, 2017 at 5:59 pm
We become one with it
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February 10, 2017 at 6:05 pm
Fine — I’m not wedded to the images I’m using — your take on the po.ems might suggest different illustrations.
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February 10, 2017 at 6:11 pm
yes, interpretation does cloud meanings and carve a different path
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February 10, 2017 at 5:36 pm
Sending two over to project 21 words later today — you can find a suitable image if you feel like it — or I can email you something. Whatever feels okay (comfort zone and all that).
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February 10, 2017 at 5:57 pm
I’ll see what I can find for them unless you have heart set in something then email it
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February 9, 2017 at 6:00 pm
This beautiful and so sad. I fear we have all been here at some point in our lives. xx
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February 9, 2017 at 6:17 pm
Sad, but true, isn’t it how we lose that most elemental of need.
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February 9, 2017 at 6:19 pm
Yes and we never see it coming do we?
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February 9, 2017 at 6:20 pm
I don’t, that’s for sure. That awkward moment when one of the two no longer cares.
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February 9, 2017 at 6:24 pm
Yes and the shock of the knowledge that that point has been reached followed by a deep chasm of pain. often with time the realization that that you no longer care either. xx
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February 9, 2017 at 6:27 pm
That’s the point when the healing truly begins.
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February 9, 2017 at 6:28 pm
Yes if only one is brave enough to either reach out or move on. xx
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February 9, 2017 at 6:30 pm
So true.
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February 9, 2017 at 6:32 pm
I have been so glad to connect with you on this , thank you for talking to me. xx
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February 9, 2017 at 6:32 pm
I’ve enjoyed our conversation! Glad we connected on this too.
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February 9, 2017 at 6:43 pm
Be well it is late here so I shall bid you goodnight and we can speak again soon.xx
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February 9, 2017 at 6:57 pm
I do hope so. Sweet dreams.
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February 9, 2017 at 6:59 pm
💗💖💟🙂
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February 9, 2017 at 5:56 pm
This is excellent Lorraine, the substitution of sensual touch for the coldness of the bottle and the touch of the keyboard…in so many ways a statement about which so many will connect…
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February 10, 2017 at 10:37 am
Sorry — thought I had responded.
Thank you. I was also inspired by your piece on touch — the lack of human contact and how, in this case, leads to other forms of connection.
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