with a hand outstretched
he approached
the warmth
more intense
as he moved nearer
watching
fully mesmerized
closer closer
from warm
to sear
the dance
drew him
as a compulsion
he could not withdraw
the finger
so sensitive
extended
one touch
so
a broken spell
it was only once
but so impassioned
the burn
some salutary news
but the fever
of the dance
just once
just once
a memento
to re-touch
re-call
through all his life
© Frank Prem, 2017
May 2017 Poem #25: of the unknown
One touch can say it all
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