Touch.

Light filters through
glinting
through your hair,
my eyes flicker
but I subdue
the impulse;
awareness, a warm flush
upon my cheek;

You talk to me
with your mouth,
your heart remains
unengaged;
my breath hitches
in my chest;

Your golden eyes
that look at me
and look away
without any image
glance at your hand
lying next to mine;
my soul thrills;

But you do not notice.

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