Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Fleeting Touch
































A warm rush sends hair on end and at attention.  The warming rush extends into the spine, bounces off of the interior and returns outward, emanating throughout as an expanding energy.  Slightly short of breath, inhaling with a hint of nervousness.

The moment passes, leaving behind a slow dissolving wake.  An idea lingers, as does a faint dream upon wakening.

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