My finger traces clumsily, where are your lips? I hear
a definite strength
the voice
I cannot taste.
Respectfully do you restrain your arms?
Spectacles to watch the wordings of my eyes
Take them off, please.
I am walking, blind
Stumbling.
In the small of my back your hand
pressed protecting me
Up stairs footsteps
We were the hours that passed
I was consumed with your scent so I
stayed. Selfishly
Smelling you.
Long ago you called me Yours.
My ears, bitten, burning
I surrender and submit
because
you gave yourself
first
to me, o lover
& pursuer
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