is certain to make you feel.
This touch-
with a simple, yet graceful,
small but significant,
c omplex and intricate
feel.
Oh- this touch
takes shape and form
in various ways-
-
her eyes
-
to and from-
she'd get a hit marker here and there
h e a d s h o t
and still had time to take out the handgun
for some overkill-
no mercy
-YET-
while he on the other hand patiently
waits. . .
She hid towards the sideline
wave once more-
Gripped hands as I wrapped my vocal chords
to reach every inch of everyone of her sensory nerve endings
-then suddenly reacts to'
"Hey! might just be me- but why do you keep tucking yourself away?"
"Reaching-for-something"
- she says . .
(corny hand quotation gesture)
-
for this touch was dawning-
yet it had already claimed its place
without any physical* force'Mmore* like grace -
streams by
-
with a side stroke of a shoulder-
all it took was leaning to one side
-
and i'm reminded
I am certain
I could feel.