He Touched Her
He mentioned that she was beautiful.
He mentioned, perhaps too eagerly,
that she was kissable.
He touched her
(as he would a sculpture)
needing a tactile communion.
He simply wanted to curve
where she curved,
to hold lightly the blessing.
She pulled away affronted.
She phoned her attorney.
She threatened harassment.
He stood back still admiring her,
wishing only that life
were a more perfect mimic
of art.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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