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Let me be the child again
with you let me play this game
Open your palm left or right
and I’l trace the moons,
a star & some tides

Touching the tips
of my manicured nails
I’ll scrawl my name
on your lines off scale

a rush of silk, a fall of satin
my palm shall slide
on your hairy matting

I’ll walk my fingers
to the back of your hand
from the arm,
tickling your giggles
to woo your charms..

Tissue on tissue,
cotton ball soft
I’ll then place my hand,
phalange by phalange,
on yours, aloft

Affixing in each gap,
a finger mine and thine
Holding tight in grasp
each-other’s hand, we shine ~
walking in rhythm
to write in rhyme !

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