A Reach at a Red-Thighed Mirage

A reach at a red-thighed mirage
Amazonian-kissed epidermis
White linen ready vestiges
That daintily wave
To indicate
A mutual struggle
A similar closeness to surrender
A fellow desert traveler
A potentially trustworthy partner
To confide in the quest to quench
the parched caricature
of genuine connection
Yet the unfiltered blue light of the daytime commute
The locomotive norms, mores and folk ways of
Minding your own business,
playing it cool,
Respecting the bodies of strangers
Have cast away the ring, middle and index
fingers
Leaving the hands up in arms
With only
pinky and thumb
To reach for an amends 🤙🏾🤙🏾

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