Memory falls apart
at the parting of lips
and squeezes inbetween
pressed skin;
I'm frantic for friction,
needy for a kiss
or any other reminder
that flesh connects to bone
not just regression.
As a shudder takes us both
by familiar surprise.
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Oh, you sure did get me on that one. How could I let myself post such a horribly flowing poem? Thank you so much for pointing that out to me.
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