I know it was static
That caused her hair
To reach for my arm;
Its gentle fibers
Mingling with mine.
A connection tenuous
Yet signalling more.
No attempt at retreat,
No urge to disconnect,
Only stationary comfort
Between two souls.
My arm immobile,
Exchanging warmth,
Seeking meaning,
Awaiting more;
The glimpse of an eye,
The curl of a smile,
The eddies of a sigh
Could not convey more
Than the subtlest attractions
Of the smallest ions.
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