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06 July 2003 @ 11:34 am
Lost in labor  
the flow of the warm wood beneath my touch, the subtle scent of alder perfumes the air.
the long, sure strokes of my hands over the planed surfaces,
the ripple and stretch of taut muscles flexing, reaching...
the silky soft feel of the firm timber under my fingertips, lightly caressing,
seeking any imperfection.
the power to transform, to reveal within my deft touch.
a pause, a breath, a single crystalline drop of sweat falls from my brow.

-the redhead-