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Clear and Distinct Perception

The sense are suspect

which means

I cannot trust

(your hands tracing

my face

your lips brushing

my hair

the way you cling

to me)

you. There is

no way

to trust that you

are touching

me.

(I touch you as

you touch me

limbs entangled

unerringly innocent

the simplest form

of contact.)

My senses are

suspect

and so I may

reasonably doubt

everything

about you.

But my mind is true

and so

even though

I do not know

if you exist -

I know

(and can trust)

that I love you.

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julia-burden

American

Published: Nov 20, 2010
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