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Jul 6
My fingertips face yours
Electricity
Magnets in space
Try so hard but never reach
Your eyes sink into me
I wish your hands would
And not let go.

My back to you
Feel your eyes
Your hands
Soft and calming
Then
Deep and prodding
Texturising my skin

Ghosts
Following our paths
Resisting touch
Avoiding touch
Long to embrace
Try to teach myself
To repel.
Niamh Collins
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