Here, Gone

Hush! Watch! Barely touching,

hovering above the skin, a fingertip 

attunes and wields: though

fingertips know more about the skin 

they cause to blush, of course, 

than what the skin conceals.

Someone else just riffled through

you like a random breeze – tickling,

teasing, breeding weakness

in the knees. At times like these

you wonder if the wonders never

cease. Of course they don't –

and this one won't, although already

it kaleidoscopes to memories.

Touch withdrawn: here, gone.

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