You take her finger
And place it on your forehead
Tracing over the vertical indentation on your skull,
A childhood accident that unlocks
The first true touch of intimacy,
The sharing of scars felt
Yet never seen.
At the time
When time is not
This act feels special,
Even though
It is one soon forgot
Once the sun rises.
Poem by Philip Eggers
Image by Adam Strong
Philip Eggers is a poet and painter whose work has appeared in such places as Cobra Milk, The Red Wheelbarrow, Last Leaves, and Thimble Lit Mag; A finalist for Brooklyn Poets Poem of the Year 2020, he lives in New York City with his wife and cat.
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