TangoA Poem by YahalloSmall gestures always mean something big.
he took her hand
and (…) their fingers kissing each other moving on their own (…) thumb circling pressing beating on her skin (…) the corners of her lips danced up and down for he was here (…) behind her closed eyes they moved to the beat of the drums in her chest (…) the clock was a snail compared to her pulse can you die from feeling too alive? (…) if just holding hands was a tango to her what would everything else do ? © 2018 Yahallo |
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