The Stimulus

when I said bring your hand
she did submit her hand
though the fingertip hesitated
for the amber glow gesticulated

I told her come closer
and she slowly came by
the forehead protruder
for the sense an intact ruler

as I waited for the conscious act
though with little hope and speculation
she turned to sigh and tact
 for the three teardrop sensation

unable to say no to say yes
and likewise rooted in proximal
yes, the heart chanted the guess
for the only option was no natal

and the power of the cut is neither
blunt nor sharp but a force
the more the don't wants out slither
for either way no toss

But with full force landed the palm
followed by the cheek and the click
and then came the hearty psalm
The soreless immersion in fresh springs

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