Wednesday, September 03, 2014

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Whisper-touch


As we were talking
by the glass-blower's stand,
you stood very close,
cool breath, chatter-hopping conversation.
Suddenly your slender fingers
reached up to brush a stand of hair
away from my mouth.
A moment later 
you were speaking lightly
of something else,
the connection apparently
forgotten.
But I will always remember
the feel of your skin against mine,
even such a small meeting,
your gentle finger on my cheek. 




Weaving words along with Write Alm's September Prompt-a-Day.
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