Souls Touch
Krystal Greinert
aspiringauthor2003@hotmail.com
Under the streetlight
She sells her flowers
Under cover of darkness
He makes his way toward home
Appears from shadows
Under the streetlight
A chance meeting
A bashful glance
A suspecting stare
Two sets of eyes meet
Shields melt
Souls touch
A chance meeting
A blooming flower
In return for gil
Their hands are touching
Soft supple fingers glide
Over rugged worn ones
As she gives him
A blooming flower
A brief moment
He turns
And slips
Into the darkness
Gone in the same way
He had come for that
A brief moment
An end to a beginning
He leaves clutching closely
To his heart a
Delicate token
As she stares after the pink
color fades from her cheeks
An end to a beginning
Under a streetlight
A chance meeting
A blooming flower
A brief moment
An end to a beginning