15.November.21


Arms hang biaswise, but hands clasp heartwise.

Touch ataractic calms nerves when hold arousing is not fluttering love-purrs.

Hand embrace pampers by way of warmthful rush, immunizing souls from pampero’s gelid sush.

Theories and relativities abound, with wormholes connecting some. But, for most, the only matter that matters is that which connects thumb to thumb. ; )

Categories: Melange

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