Victorian
I think back to the day
I dropped my glove
and you quietly
gave it back to me
Made me think
It was a Victorian premonition.
When touching
was made more tantalizing
by covering up the things
you wanted caressed
the only thing
that can touch now
Forever in this state
Maybe when
I wake
Things will be better
I wonder
Without the mask
How will you hide?
Everything in
Strange suspension
Strip away
The chaos
That surrounds us
Sarah Mahina Calvello
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