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First Contact
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When minds touch
it is easy to forget
that only a moment was shared:
the flickering burn
of a bonfire
drives more fiercely
to the forefront of consciousness
even after your hand
has left the flame
than the nightlong press
of sheets against skin.
One touch was enough
to draw me in.
Like a fingertip's worth of Braille
to the blind man
just discovering
the meanings behind the dots
I was dazzled
at the world opened up to me
forgetting in my elation
how little I had seen.
How much there was to see.
And how much would be always hidden,
only hinted at
in the furtive glances
toward the shadows,
watching for demons
you can never be sure
of vanquishing,
and I wonder:
what are the demons you hunt,
and
why was I not there
to keep them at bay?
