I want to wake up with your handprint on my hip and your perfume in my hair. I want to be haunted by your touch. Every breath of wind could be an unexpected caress: phantom kisses against my skin.
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Christine Hanolsy 
Love it!
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I love the phrase “handprint on my hip.” It’s visceral – we know that feeling, as well as its absence.
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Exactly. We’ve all either woken up that way, or wanted to. 🙂
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Beautiful work, Christine! I am officially stealing “haunted by your touch”. Can’t believe I missed microprose challenge again. :[
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We miss you! Please come back and see us. 🙂 You know you can submit micro on the regular fiction|poetry grid, too…….
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Aww thank you so much, will definitely post something next week. Much love.
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You are so good at this!
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This has the creepy sensual going for it. Like that weird scene in Amelie in the fun house?
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I love the clear feeling of desire here, and hope for something unattainable.
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Ooo thank you – that’s what I was going for.
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Don’t you love when that happens?!?
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Surreal and expressive. Love it!
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