the introduction

it dwells in the nerves between my fingers,

it lingers and makes itself known as my hand shakes;

my eyes sweep past theirs, in the distance

where there is nothing;

with no anticipation, all things tense, stiffen,

surely no doubt about it now,

but still so eager, but graceless and awkward

eyes meet once more and mine petrify.

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