Our eyes met, and like a magic trick,
you touched me without touching me.
Your eyes went on a deep journey to my soul
without fear you’d find your way back.
That was your intention though: a one-way trip
never to return but to possess me—
my heart wrapped in your arterial fingerprints.
To separate you from me would mean death—
And even then, I’m not sure Death is that powerful.
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Thanks, John! I know who this is! (lol) I appreciate it!
great read you really got me when you implied touch is not physical but instead its driven from the soul. wow. just wow.