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Touch.
The sight of two fingers connecting,
As if they were meeting for the first time;
Flowers emanating and blooming
From the very tip of their connection.
It makes you wonder about the vines
Growing up and around those two,
And the specks of red and orange petals
Flying out like glitter and ribbons.
Just two lovers and their graceful touch
So passionately serene in their nature.
But how could you ever aspire
To reach such genuine admiration and
Passion for the one standing next to you?
Like flowers they have stood by
Your side through the day and solemn song.
And like flowers they have grown
Alongside the cusp of your sunny eyes,
That evergreen aroma of sweet personality.
But through the sight of two hands slowly
Interlocking like vines rooting around them,
You feel the one standing next to you
Taking hold of your hand and raising it to
The edge of their lips and face, kissing it
Softly and rooting you to them in a way you
Had never truly felt possible before.
Hazel Allen, 2022.