Wednesday, December 28, 2011
CONTACT
CONTACT
The touch of hands
The play of fingers
The stroke of the leg
The rush of the blood in all directions
The fingers go out in dance
A wild dance, hungry for the touch
Eager to feel, to explore
All entangle and come apart
A gentle stoke on a beautiful leg
The eyes trailing behind
The heart beats fast
Falling into the abyss of joy
Can this dance last for a life time?
Will the finger fuse forever?
Would the mind and heart follow too?
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