when I was a little girl I played with fire,
but we all know how the saying goes.
"touch is the least understood sense", said Kenneth Johnson
& I of all people, knew
how it feels to not know
the intimacy of purple silk;
nor the immediate fear of a glass shard
as I stroke it, unflinching,
thousands of receptors long burnt away,
but my fingers still tremble violently each time I trace the softness of your lips.
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