You took my hand
on some pretext
and then slowly let it go.
My whole soul
screamed: “No!
and couldn’t bear
the absence of you
for a single second.
Now that touch had tasted touch
all it could do
was hunger for more.
My heart a beggar
piteous & poor
pleading...pleading
for more..
...more.
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