A touch insidious

It was a touch
insidious,
the way the die
was cast,
that tinny fix
upon my heart;
infatuated waves.
Hope held my limbs
in gentle drifts;
a nip of tinted time,
where vivid love
did tick with heart;
soul's preludes split
through mind.






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