touch.

give me the texture

of your lips against mine

seizure, mix the fissures

of lines and time

 

expanse of a moment

in that breath

i’ll absorb

you’ll take in

 

touching the finite.

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Author: gerbilette

Write, edit, be. Write, love, poetry.

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