Before hands handled
eyes collided
an upward lash across the brow
nose in air, yours nuzzling closer
a hug, a push, a stroke, a scratch
touch-up, touchdown, I threw you out
you grazed a kiss past high cheekbone
full impact-lipped, We bonded then.
Touché.
Flirting with De’ s quadrille prompt “Touch” in just 44 words
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