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I could write a million lines

About what it feels like

When she’s in my arms

I could describe her taste, her scent

The static of her skin

I could paint the scene with tactful similes

That leave nothing to the imagination

But the truth is

No matter how many words I write

You will never, ever know


That poem is ours

And ours alone.










7 thoughts on “Words

    1. As flattering as it is to have my name pulled from a hat, I must give fair warning and tell you frankly that under no circumstances should you hold your breath while awaiting my eventual response. I may get around to this, but I make absolutely no promises that any such endeavor will be entered into by me. I know myself far too well to make any such rash assurances.

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