he lifts her pinky tenderly
as her other hand scrolls
the mouse
she cannot get frustrated
because this is what she wants
she can feel him breathing
on the back of her
neck
he smells like spiked pine
or a river spring
or something that has a masculine label
he compares their finger lengths
struggling to understand how
such a large hand
has fingers the same length as
a small hand
she focuses on the computer screen
as he focuses on her
in that moment she wanted
to kiss him
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Pastry
Poetrypastry noun a sweet baked food made of dough It's amazing how something so sweet could crumble so easily For the second time, enter the mind of a girl in her late teens trying to cope with the loss of her identity. (Book 2 of the "Ash" poetry tri...
