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The currents of desire linger in lonely wait,
As a subtle translation of secrets flexed in space
Clumsily masked together
Clinging to the mind are silhouettes of intimacy
Thirsty scrapes of memory
Running cold, around and within unanchored
-The mist in your mouth,
Locked in supine surrender are our ripened senses
The wondering heart of things
An inner certainty of the things we love
Tremors of light, and curls of longing touching us.
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