Friday, August 3, 2012

Physical

The sight of your eyes, which quickens my heart,
and the sight of your smile, which stops it,
The feel of your skin, grass-smooth and kitten soft,
Which was mine memorably, but not oft.
The sound of your voice, of your breath, of your laugh...
Everything we had was physical
and I can't quit it.

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