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Jul 2012
i watched your hands a lot
to see what you would do with them.
i put myself out there,
begging with everything but my words.
we have this chemistry.
something about your skin against mine
was like man touching the sun without dying,
the stillness of a palm pressed against the surface of water
without breaking it.
*can you feel it?
Jackie
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Jackie
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