Fingers get closer, threads of impulse sensation loud
veins in wrists scrambling to get that blood in and out
hands close and open, elegance rules
Longing to hold something graceful
Pulse hums, artery soft surround the roar of the heart
Eyes meet initially timidness wearing off
Expression and exactly two ounces of reciprocity
Something tickles her chin
A friendly exchange breath, heat of the hands
Bones, muscle and shadow
Eyes catch, yearning to hold
like hands do in such moments
Heartbeat drags and picks up as the mind does for memory
Silent flashes trace the curve of the palm
Hands hold fingers touch things fit
brief smiles then separation
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