I find myself wondering:
were you to hold me
but for a moment
in your closeness
as a woman
and whisper to me
through citrus lips
of a forest of tickles...
were you to brush my hair
in secret
and run orange seeds
playfully 'long my chest
hiding worlds
between my ribs...
were you to rest your cheek
on the small of my back
such that your breath
caressed my spine
as you eavesdropped
on my heartbeat
racing against hours
peeling away...
I wonder
if you would not briefly
return to me
dreams once lost...
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