That tentative touch
Meant more than
Grasping hands
Or heat and hearts
Or legs intwining
Dangerous, damaging
No, nothing carnal
Nothing of the sort
Yet it burns hotter
Hotter than I remember
Harder than you know
Heavier than salt
And twice the sting
In the wound now
Open again and
No bandage but time
No salve but rhyme
No options here
But partners in crime
Will laugh and sigh
And cope
For haven’t we always?
Or was that yet
Another illusion
Mist in the wind
Headlights in the fog
Journeys untravelled

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