A Walk In the Park

The sweat of the leaves cooled my palms, When I plucked a red flower from the parks garden. I placed it in velvet hair lifting from a soft breeze, as we sat upon a hard metal bench. A kiss, to join in comfort as two hands grasped tightly. As people unnoticed passed by, our hands parted, Releasing briefly to caress a tear away, on a glowing face. Where eyes were filled by movement from an unborn child. contest Sense of Touch Frederic Parker 8/29/15