Fingertips

A Poem by Amphitrite

Let it go.

A broad shouldered man approaches,
He squeezes and holds my hands
Like God could not separate the kissing of our fingertips

A broad shouldered man leaves,
Shearing the sweetest connection we've created
Gashing ardently the passion
That have ignited the light, now burning into fire

I never voiced a single utterance,
I never give a single glance.
Tears bid goodbye to its duct that was once its homeland,
As if a huge fire is burning its house

I could never come back here.