Tag Archives: touch

Up In Smoke, July 2013

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unlike touch
me, I don’t need
contact to receive

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and like it I am spread
all over tasting a breeze

on my skin while smelling

the salted mist – held in the air

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I shiver a bit from the deep blue
pondering we have met and not touch

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