the dance

with every brush of his fingers
against hers, she sensed every emotion,
every glance caressing her like a lover,
his gaze holding more than just her form.
he held her heart.

And every time he let go,
she felt the chasm grow,
only to knit itself back
the moment he drew her
in his arms again.

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