i used to touch you...there...just there, on
your cheek, below your eyes, which were
always closed, and believed i was touching
a piece of heaven. your eyes closed, you'd
smile, changing the contour of your face,
making it come alive under my fingers.

i still have that touch of your skin on my
hands. that soft/tough/prickly sensation
on the palms of the hands i hold in front of
my face. i had it...there.

i put the memory away for when i am an old
woman and no one touches me anymore.
i will hold my hands in front of my eyes and
remember the feel of you.

denise

 

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