you made me believe
in kissing again,
in a parking lot
that summer.

when you stroked my hand,
the soft flesh near my thumb,
I started to melt
and quiver.

I think I’d forgot
how good it could be
when urgent and rough
but tender.

so off in the night:
new chapters to make,
new secrets to keep
and savour.

please don’t forget me.
you can’t slip away;
can’t tire of waiting.
it’s worth it.

tell me, just tell me,
do you feel this too?
or does my heart speak
a delusion?

imagine me now
and all that I am.
I give it to you
on a platter.

no Salome’s dance.
no Baptist John’s head.
not leaping from myth.
solid and true.



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