See You, Soon

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I read a poem that reminded me of you,

And I wondered,

If my words would ever

Sound

As good

As you taste,

after a spell of time without

you

near my tongue,

Or my arms,

Or my eyes.

You and your sensations,

in a dance with mine,

how I hope to catch the sound of it,

the honeyed-hum that rings inside me

when we’re back as one,

And I’m near your tongue,

your arms,

Your eyes.

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