Alone, weak
aching, yearning
filled with leftover lust
from long ago
fresh
~
memories rush
soft to the eyes
tingling the skin
desires still growing
impossible
~
voices echoing
whispered thoughts
kept hidden, truths revealed
touch-less climax
unforeseen
~
Do we dare allow our eyes to meet?
can our hands resist the urge to touch?
to map certain places once well known?
do we part never seeing, do we see and never part?


Suzanne
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