What did my palms come to know
what did my skin feel
what did my eyes own
as I transversed universes
as I clasped light    conscious
we are captive of time and age
held together in ways undefinable
on the wings of unsaid hope,    possibilities
held as a moment's gift
   who are we if not fools   holding
love as a talisman
a bushel of kisses as proof
that when all fails
there's a touch which knew
   as we other our other worlds
as we hold love-bites
as we withhold wounds
as we travel our bodies
knowing there is life    knocking
incessantly on the door
and there is time    time
only for one last kiss
one last look
 
 
 

If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on ways of lovemaking - 

• Of Rain-Engulfed Rooms and Lovers in Spate


• Her Breasts as Shelter


• Your Body is a Truth

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True Summer Love by musiclfiles

Link: https://filmmusic.io/en/song/true-summer-love
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