I feel it
Before I see it,
Though in truth,
I don’t see it at all,
Just the memory of it,
The touch
Of flesh on flesh,
From some
Momentary madness
I ache to get bacdk,
I feel it
On the tip
Of my lips
From a kiss
I stole,
And treasure,
A sneak thief
In the night
Who carries away
An item
Nobody wants
Yet remains
In my hope chest
Like a precious pearl,
I feel it
On my lips first
Then taste it
As it works
Its way down
Into the middle of me
Where I can never
Get it out,
A joyful pain
I keep during
Because
Without it,
I am nothing
It is all I feel.
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