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Apr. 10th, 2006 08:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hesBased on the third prompt at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
even_angels_ for the sixth round. :)
She traced her profile
behind closed lids
letting fingertips realize
what the eyes could not believe.
Like a ghost made real,
a dream made flesh;
over and over again,
eyes follow roaming hands
in random patterns of need.
Breathless in disbelief,
heartbeats resume
in staccato rapidity --
the mind racing
to catch up with reality.
A finger-light touch
tracing its way
up and down
past sensitive niches.
The hint of a smile
is the only clue
that the travels traced
are a silent apology
and redemption all at once;
they were the stations of joy.
even_angels_ for the sixth round. :)She traced her profile
behind closed lids
letting fingertips realize
what the eyes could not believe.
Like a ghost made real,
a dream made flesh;
over and over again,
eyes follow roaming hands
in random patterns of need.
Breathless in disbelief,
heartbeats resume
in staccato rapidity --
the mind racing
to catch up with reality.
A finger-light touch
tracing its way
up and down
past sensitive niches.
The hint of a smile
is the only clue
that the travels traced
are a silent apology
and redemption all at once;
they were the stations of joy.