i seem to have fit the ocean in my palm last night
the distance is closing
our skin seem to sing during twilight
and yet
i cant seem to write a stanza that fits the description
i've forgotten the taste of your breath on my neck
the tremble in your fingertips
but i remember the vibration of your voice
the temptation in your touch
these are the things that make me wish i could remember more
they keep me up at night
you keep me waiting for morning
in silence
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