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Stalks of summer grass
tickled my feet as
they wound between my toes
good sun warmed me
to my shoulders
and
your fingers played
within the tangle of my hair
All pleasures permitted
to touch...to taste...to tease you
joy found a path
from your heart
to your fingertips
beautifully quieting a flurry
of hovering doubts
Suddenly...instantly...forever
all that spoke of
familiar...ordinary...beloved
is now forbidden
I need
to touch...to taste...to tease you
tearing myself apart
seeking the decency within you
where once
i tell myself
it did exist
Chilled bone deep
longing to be warmed
by our memories
to slip inside their boundaries
cushioned within the pocket of
their warmth and
and
embrace the dull finish of
every ordinary yesterday memory
I whisper prayers for
forgotten panaceas
and
magical healing answers
i whisper my prayers
and wait...and wait...and wait
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