A Pedophile

is compelled to touch every one
like the self-absorbed shopper
who well past looking with the eyes
cannot pass a display of bracelets
without fingering all the turquoise

as if touch were a privilege of gods
as if molesting the countertop display
with a low but distinctive moan
might possibly elude the scrutiny
of the patient but damning proprietor

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