keeping up with timelines of loss —
the cold-handed warmth
of a touch, where the waist meets
the censure of modesty —
small-sectioned, covered
half-inched skins, neat-folded
and soft-edged,
curved, light-bearing,
pinched between the nails,
silver-glinted.
the early nights (touch) take something
from all of us.
.
© Anmol Arora 2018
Image source (A Munch-Gogh Parody)
For dVerse Quadrille # 67
HA's Place 
Nice phrase: “light-bearing”
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The loss can strike deep, under the skin. The recollection can come early nights or early morning. Liking the contrast of cold-handed warmth
of a touch.
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the timelines of loss, and modesty and lack of warmth seem to denote what we have become
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