martes, 11 de octubre de 2016

Whatever we're doing to work it out, It's not

That exact moment
when I touched her skin
run my fingers through her body

That exact place
where our eyes meet
looking for what we want

That exact feeling
of uncertainty
the gap between ourselves

I touch you, I don't feel you
I don't feel me
I try to remember, I want to remember

We were glorious baby, we really were
Your skin was electricity in my body
The storm passed, and now, this.

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