fleeting
written with the prompt "write about the first time you held someone's hand" in mind.
butterflies.
your thumb
graces
the back of my hand.
skin to skin;
intimate,
innocent.
inoculated by your cells
for at least the next seven years.
we could make it last longer, still.
if you dare,
and you do,
and it's whirlwind romance.
one of gets hurt.
yes,
that person is me.
but i'm okay with it,
if only to have had
that one moment
burned in my psyche
for eternity.
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Mae Flowers
Weaver of words into poetry and short fiction. Fan of the Oxford comma.
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Oh I've read about the seven years thing too! I absolutely loved your poem!
Love this so much! Describe that electricity through the connection so well! Love your beautiful and impactful word choices!