lover's inventing each other's bodies; an alchemical flow of what's longed for from their palms. another's flesh - the caress itself inventing what it will touch. birds long for flight not because they've wings ~ the longing, first - then wings ... all is in answering. a common gesture; a reply never replicated - no two the same for language won't fulfill the inexhaustable silence of a distant wave. ...never say never... touch - even those accidental, apologetic brush-bumps with strangers; unlikely intimacy. a few nameless faces, i continue to recall and wonder - and what if ... where are they, do they remember and wonder, ...me? implicit familiarity of form, of voices and skin's scent. innately we ease through complexity ... my own, and theirs as mine now multiplied where numbers, mute and ignorant, retract and grow pale.
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