Dry Grip

by clippedtrust · 09/04/2026
Published 09/04/2026 10:31

The contractor's hand,

a quick, dry touch.

Not a grasp, more

like too much.


He pulled it back fast,

a silent code.

What's withheld, what's passed,

a short road.


No give in the palm,

no lingering heat.

A bare, functional calm,

too neat.

#communication through touch #emotional restraint #industrial setting #minimalist imagery #tactile metaphor

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