All along
there were not ways
which were well suited
to describing
to giving and sharing
the image.

The fantasy that I
reluctantly let
wander through my thoughts.

Small beads of sweat
clear globules like
bubbles – tangy
I imagine how you might taste.

Lithe limbs
wrapping hands
pouting open
warm movement
smelling salty
and alive


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