A reprieve from isolation.

     For a moment the ridges of 
 my fingers held no friction. 
     Gliding with no resistance which before
 that was the usual diction.
     As the heat left me stranded 
 bare with tender passion. 
     In it's vacuum flowed the joy
 another had to ration. 
     For a moment it is no more
 though I linger that it was. 

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