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i think about doing things
sweet things

kisses in places
eyelids, elbows

placing my hand on a shoulder
then another shoulder

i imagine
holding a face

like it is
a small hymnal
in my palms

i will take every part
of your body

into my two hands

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if this poem was a body
i would pull it towards my body

if your body was a poem
i would read it aloud

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my hair is longer now than when you knew me