Poems ✍️
  01.09.2026
  36

Author: Herbert Nehrlich

Heist

I held your hand
and felt your fingertips,
they pressed into my flesh
as if to urge me on,
and for a moment then,
I saw your fingerprints
as they had left their scent
at Barclay's Bank.


  touch intimacy passion longing

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