Light as Air

December 2, 2009
a whispered kiss;
warm hands;
love, you feel familiar.
your skin on my skin
smells
like
me.
Stranger, do you have the memories
I do?
something about you
holds me still and
nervously,
I pretend to be who I am.
Can I keep you?
Keep me?
your kiss, sir, spells
Nothing.





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