A Poem that Should Not be Read Aloud
If there was some way to say what your fingertips did to me
More than a touch
Some sweet, wet feeling I could thrust into your heart
More than love, more than need-at-night
So you could see the way back
and make me feel it again
Again - it's a useless word when the first time hasn't ended
Not behind my eyes
Where you and all you could give me is still
So warm and close beside me
Not between my
Lips where I can still taste truth-sharp tones of breath
A jealous boy's kiss
Give me five minutes, give me forever
Give me a look that's not over your shoulder
Tell me something true for a change
Give me something I can feel from.
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