Hand placed
Softly upon your bare shoulder
Fingers that stroke breathless along your blade
Palms that ease to cup your firm bosom
A mind that plays awhile with yesteryear
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I stare over my coffee cup
Take care not to mix you up
With some other me
I share your arm movement
Bare skin of singular intent
Meant for all to see
There is little now that stirs
I defer to my memory
Despair that she is not meant to be
