A HAND HELD

When hands briefly touch, unexpected, held that bit longer…….

A hand held

Was it just instinct or a conscious act,

fate’s crossroads or a confluence exact.

It matters not, for do we reasons seek ?

to understand the flower’s mystique,

or do we revel in all it’s colours bright

and feast on a beauty that lures the sight.

With fleeting touch, my heart was caught,

this melding of soft skin and passion fought,

the clock stop moment of a hand gripped

as if nectar from Cupid’s cup I’d sipped.

And then it was gone, our hands slid away

 there were no words we  needed to say.

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