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our bodies are not ours.
wet,
you rain on to me,
completely in control.
your hands bending me
towards you.
... and then i feel you.
feel nothing just for a second.
only moisture,
where before there was just desert.
sand dunes and sun
and me walking in them.
you have come in to the frame,
onto my stomach.
and will never disappear
from the darknesses of my mind.
at night
with eyes closed,
and thoughts clear,
your hands are still moving on me,
my mouth
still searching for yours.
and i know that my body is not mine,
but half
of an entwined figure
from my dreams,
rising and falling
gently
in a careless passion
that we named love.