Eater of Worlds

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''Like a hand in rushing water, a cool and tangible surface, like a hand out a car window, the wind controlling its movement, like a hand upon green grass, as you watch it bend in softness, like a hand touching fire, every moment leaves a mark, like a hand in the frozen snow, your warmth could melt it all, '' gently, slowly, specifically, all detail matters, and every inch is art, I could tell you about a reason, to love a moment like this, but its better left, unsaid,

for a touch is worth a thousand words, and pictures just don’t matter anymore, for only a memory of your touch, can bring that look to her face, and that longing, to her eyes.