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Dec 2013
you touched me
We spoke in tongues that day,
Your fingers trailed my body like
a harlot skimming through the bible finding her daily grace.
The Sun, her majesty, jealous of the
nervous heat that fought for a moment of breath between your satin body and my scarred chest.
Did you know that I almost cried?
Because your touch was everything I feared the most.
Your touch was confidence, maybe love.
It hurt.
We don't speak the same language anymore,
For your fingers,
are too holy for mine.
About a friend, with whom I shared the whole of me. But didn't care.
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