A Trace of a Touch - July 8, 2000
In my mind's eye
I saw
the etched swirling
of dark
against pale
on an undulating
surface
And I reached out
with a phantom finger
to trace
the patterns
that you drew
Only to wish
for an endless journey
like a mobius strip
continually tracing
and finding new places
that I had not seen
before.
With the faintest
of touches,
following the curves
that ran in some
endless pattern,
I watched
the writhing
work its way
across the plains
of your skin.
-title by KS
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