Little Circles.

A finger traces the
palm of my hand
in little circles
across the crevices and
into my fingers.
The skin tingles with a charge
that ignites my heart,
my mind, my soul.
Myself–
I thought I was alive
until you touched me
and warmed me from
within.

Poem written by: Ashley M. Eveland. All rights reserved.
Photo copyright: Google images, free stock.

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