the motions of things that accumulate
speak volumes as their muscles
contract and relax, shift
to accommodate. a look, fingers
grazing, breath quickened,
a hurried goodbye. it's good enough
for now just to remember, (but not
for long) as memories are subjective
colored by what we want now, looking
back for hidden clues, secret
messages passed through pinkies
just touching.
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