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David Whalen

(5/18/38 / Covington Kentucky)

Just A Touch


Just a touch…nothing more
When your fingers
Brushed against mine

Or was it mine…that touched yours
And did it linger
For a bit of time

Whoever…whatever…it opened the door
That touch of fingers
That touched my mind

And our fate was sealed
Kismet was set
In that fateful bit of time

To me a caress…no more or less
That at that time
Seemed so sublime

Just a touch…that now I miss so much
When your fingers
Brushed against mine

Submitted: Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, March 27, 2013
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