Touch

Touch

I didn't think I was capable of being
again
too old
too fat
too out of practice

The shadow of a person everyone begins as
forming
filling
as conversation grows

He expanded with every sentence
and I surprisingly matched his growth
back and forth
until our colors brightened
sharpened
and we became well rounded

Then it happened
our gestures hung on our words
and suddenly flesh to flesh we were

April 30, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen

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