Teacher

He smoothes my hands between his-
“Tension,”
He smiles
It is pity and brotherhood
Coursing through him
The energy that moves into me
I relax
Bristling with an unknown element
Being cared for so delicately
With no undertone
I’m refreshed
Whole
Light
I wonder what it cost him
To heal me
If my illness sagged against his chi
As I smashed him into a hug
If he felt the sisterhood and respect
Coursing out of me

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