Last night I was having a conversation with someone about things written a long while ago and past memories and stuff like that... and this poem came to mind... it hung on my wall for more than 3 years...I didn't write it, it was written for me after perhaps the best mistake I ever made...
we lie wrapped around each other, and compensate to
breathe in sync -- you are all I hear
content to be still, but concede to the other's wish
for motion -- you are all I feel
your hair hangs across my face and tickles, but I
don't push it aside -- you are all I smell
your hair slides past my face as you press your
lips to mine -- you are all I taste
with no ego, our eyes meet, and you are all I
see.
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