You and I (what it feels like to touch you)

(A poem.)

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I touch you and
it’s as though I
touch every
cell and
fiber
that was or
is or
will be
your being.
And I can’t quite tell
where
you and
I
are
and I’ve forgotten
where
you and
I
have been
and it doesn’t matter
where
you and
I
will be.
Because, right now,
in this moment,
we just
are.


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