When I touch her face
With the tips of my fingers
I feel the vibration
Straight through
The palm of my hand,
Like a cat’s purr
Or maybe an electric motor,
A hum so much apart of her
I sometimes hear it
When seated many feet away,
Or even over the telephone
During those dark
Yet amazing moments at night,
A vibration that causes me
To vibrate, too
Sympathy pangs
That is more than mere
Attraction,
More than a response,
It is something she is,
Something she can’t cease being,
Like a pulsar in space
Broadcasting some message
She can’t help but send,
A vibration though my fingers
I feel in my soul.
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