A Touch.

A warm goodbye
was it?
A handshake
supposed to be
but for a moment
the fingers locked in
– just for a moment
they did –
perfectly
locked
like a puzzle solved
a jigsaw fit together
emotions
like adhesive
bound together
for just a moment
that seemed like eternity
then pulled
resisting the magnetic pull
turned back
still full of the passion yet undiscovered
the jolts
that went down them.

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