Your touch, soft as a breeze, 
sends a zing through my skin, 
a spark lingers  
in spaces  
between  
us 
and I find myself  
lost  
in your gaze. 
How’s it that the world is suddenly quiet? 
That time is suspended, and 
it’s just us,  
glowing. 

 

 

 

 

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Posted for Quadrille #217: Poems with Zing @dVerse Poets Pub