New Senses
Fingers
ghost like on my back
Turn my body liquid
As ripples on a sun drenched lake
Ruled by none
Skin
Stands prone before a closet
Wondering what to wear
Must we really rise?
I was so happy there,
To meet the day.
Thoughts
None beyond the bed
Nothing forced
Shout joy until we're hoarse
With nothing spoken nothing said
I saw it in your eyes
I heard it in your sighs
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