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