Ten thousand skeins of silk
scatter across skin
like a nervous dance
along the nerves.
The softest sound of laughter
skitters along the air
to reach waiting ears.
One moment in time
becomes frozen forever
in our memories
as the fading touch
leaves once more.
-title by TC
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