I made love to her
a time or two
not in ways
I once knew–
before not knowing, more–
fore, she knows me not
nor, I of her
her and I are..how do you say..??
senseless, in this manner
though change being, all there ever was
and is, all things
our lack of touch, changes nothing
when still, chills and thrills
amidst stillness, is instilled
like stealth
imperceptibly, we feel
alas, we know each other
as one another
yet others, as one
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