Redemption

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You came while I was just leaving.

You touched, and back I came.

I love this trick we’re weaving.

I could love it with no shame.

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Wake me up, or don’t.

Shake me, I know you won’t.

The flowers are burning red.

Or is it our forgotten bed?

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This touch I remember.

Do you do it with memory?

No, maybe it’s that thread I sever

With memories of wanton drudgery.

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Begin now, lover.

Touch this cover.

Here, now, touch.

That, dear, is me you miss so much.

dream

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Well, couldn’t quite rig up the naughty, playful e.e. cummings as I’d intended (see the post from last week if you missed it), but I am quite okay with what got out today. Thank you for reading, reader. You’re precious.
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