As Powerful As Her Touch

The agent was sprayed on the torso, on my chest,

A palm and hand print was clearly lifted,

The invisible presence of what was once recovered,

The hand was evident by the very lines finely etched,

Preserved the imprint of life that was in places

Some missing and blind where empty,

Unable to match the hand to the database of loves,

To the soft fleshy mass of sensation that outlined,

Over my heart the impression that I fell victim,

To die of love, for longing of sensation

As powerful as her touch.

By Ryan Anthony Gibson, November 28th 2009

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