ORANGE GLOVE
The sweet fragrance,
Adorning the hand,
Fingers protruding,
Pointing to the land.
A land enchanted,
A land unknown,
Beneath the velvet,
Soft, so smooth.
A cool veneer,
Yet hiding the spot,
Where warmth unnoticed
Guides skin to appear.
Broken, unaided,
Unyielding and free.
written 20/3/2016
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