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Feb 2015 · 1.7k
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You held the cup for me.
While a woman held my face
The biting comments about your obedience didn’t faze you.
I didn’t ask you to hold the cup.

You asked me a simple question.
I answered by putting my hands around your face.
I received what I wanted.
I didn’t ask you to ask.

You tipped your hat at our eye contact.
I smiled.
You smiled.
I didn’t ask you to look my way.  

Thought trouble followed me
Feminine whims of perfume overflow
The space between these moments.
I didn’t ask for scent.

I only carry it.
Feb 2015 · 414
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CMD Feb 2015
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I hear you
I hear the sound of you
In the room beyond where I am perched

I see you
I see you move slowly, thinking, allowing
Time to soak up particled emotion like tea leaves
relaxing into hot water

I touch you.
I think about touching you through
sight alone. As if to consume you
with hands tracing the warmth of the
tea cup against your palm

I taste you.
The hurried ginger
seeped into the corners
of your mouth
waiting for dual consumption
of our lips...slowly

Frantic seizing
of senses combined
you and i
drink the body to life.

— The End —