The Illusion of Touch

That woman on the elevator

who shares your personal space 

and feels the promise of your energy 

playing along her skin


The one at the cocktail party

hair piled perfectly 

back of her bare neck humming

with the vibrato of your laughter


The one in the grocery store

who briefly drowns in the depths of your gaze

and receives the barest of grazes

as you hand her an avocado 


Her whole world does not suddenly shrink

to the spaces between electrons

where neurons flood and depolarize

conjuring the breathtaking illusion of touch


They can't appreciate the weight of your presence


They won't be haunted for days 

by the memory of you


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Originally written 11/16/15

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