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Saturday, 7 June 2014

They ...

They were like dust blowing frantically
From here to there
Through the paused noises of night.
They flew from me to you, on tiptoes,
Blowing with the shadowed curtains.
They traced every inch of flesh on you
As my own fingertips
And left tender touches of lips everywhere.
They settled in your pores
And tickled you in places
That made you roll on your back
To me.
Once again, this one side of the bed
Held my entire universe.
They were everything I never could say
In the chaos of the day.

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