Director's Touch

“Touch your body”
said the director to his students,
“feel its heat,
its wet spots,
its tremor
and
its shiver.
Let it feel your hands
fingers and breath.
It’s your other voice...
At times,
your only voice...

And touch the others”,
he went on as he circled around them
tenderly touching on occasion
one or another,
“and let the others touch you.
Your body
yearns to be free...”

He stopped before her,
his hand’s extended fingers
suspended
inches away of her expecting lips.

He drew his fingers in,
dropped his hand down
and he backed off,
prolonging the tension's release...

“Next week,
our body and the economy of space...”,
he murmured as he walked towards the door.