Our touch has a memory...deeper
than we know.
Perhaps once you were the
wind. And I...a single
blade of grass -
Left swaying in the wake
of your caress.
Or perhaps I was the
ocean. And you...you were the
shore -
So patient to the rise
and fall of my desire.
We have lived this touch
before.
Perhaps you were a summer storm...passing
briefly in the night.
Perhaps I was the arid ground...pulling
close your every drop.
Or perhaps I was an autumn leaf...left
clinging for a moment longer on
the reaches of your branch.
Perhaps you whispered to me..."let go...let go
we will know this touch again."
And now...we find ourselves
here.
Remembering.
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