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Soft Touch
If my heart had eyes with
two flirting batting sets
of spiky lashes,
they have been poked out
long ago
Now this pulsating red mess
navigates by
feeling her way
around smoky, strobing
dancefloors
Collecting every stranger's kiss
every stroke of affection
and chalking it all up
to experience
so that one night
She might bump into love
and know what it feels like
without dismissing those
wondering hands and
lizard-like tongues.
©chiquita
n.baird@student.qut.edu.au