The heart was beating its usual beats,
beating, beating..
when suddenly, it felt a nudge
"Hey, what's that?" the heart exclaimed.
Something - fingers and a palm now more apparent - nudged again,
and then another prod.
"That's just rude" The heart vexed and uncomfortable with attempt of each touch,
moved itself away.
The hand of the fingers and the palm, lingering and confused,
cos all it wanted was to carry the heart,
as how it would a delicate flower,
to place on its palm.
The Mojito Life - RUM for the soul, A sprig of fresh MINT for newness, A dash of sour LIME that puckles up your face, & Sweet SUGAR to keep Life going.
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