A Spark

there is something peculiar

in your touch

a slight spark flies

from your fingertips

a certain warmth flows

from your hands

to my heart

a held breath blown out like

sighs upon the water

your soul enthralls my senses

making it hurt to speak

my silence signifies

a revolution

of minds

first stanza written 2010

second stanza written 3/19/2012

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