Roots

Friday, September 18, 2020

Touch

 Don’t say you touch my skin

My skin is not mine

It is my mind’s

A mind that thinks

A mind that feels

Thinks so much that it explodes

Feels so much that it melts

Tell me now

Now, do you want to touch me?

And if we had to, now

If we did,

How would it be,

If we made love?

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