do I make love to her
let me count the ways
to touch the nape of her neck
the space beneath her breasts
the small of her back
putting fingers into
the space
that needs a key to unlock it all
all this time later I
still lack
the combination she
says
is needed to unlock her heart
love a vague notion
that transcends touch or breath
smell or taste
we living with the memory
of something that sometimes
never occurred
except in a dark and
distant embrace
the night talk always meant to stay private
for love making made with words
we dare not repeat by
daylight h
ow do I make love to her
let me imagine all
the ways
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