Touching Her
touching her
she said
“I was finer
softer
fuller back then”
and the colors
of her
skin
coarse
smooth
perfumed
illumined by
a lovers moon
consumed
by fire
air
water
way too
soon
in me
in her
without
us
by the
chasm
and the sea
so many
lives
of shakles
fleeing
flying free
memories
in the palm
of my hand
I saw her
again
and again
touching her
I said
“I will always
love you
as You”
I kissed her
goodnight
and she said
“that’s nice.”
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