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Aug 2015
Your little finger met mine
and I died a little at your touch.
Your ring finger twisted around mine
and I shut my eyes in pleading prayer.
Your ******* joined
and I held my breath until I saw stars.
Your index finger entangled my right hand in your left
and I let a tear slip from the corner of my eye.
Your thumb brushed the back of my hand
and I went - quietly and in my sleep.

Fingerprint upon fingerprint my sadness drifted into your grooves.

A gentle pull on my sleeve
and your arm enveloped my entirety.
A brief moment passed
and I slipped my hand on to your bare chest.
My pieces fell into place.

With the last piece comfortable,
the tears came rushing out.
This is where I belong.

That is where I am to be only once.
He doesn't like me like I love him.
Corlene Beukes
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   John Stevens
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