and that memory will remain;
I have held you close and
felt the beat of your heart
upon my chest . . .
my arms have wrapped
around you as if to break you in two,
but it was to pull you close . . .knowing I would never be enough;
I have touched and kissed you
and more is what we need and want,
we have felt each other's presence
in a sacrificial way, knowing others
must always come first . . .
our symbols of attachment hold
both our contentment and our emptiness . . .
our memories and our desires . . .
we are that which is but can never be,
except momentarily in time, yet,
we are every day together.
December 14, 2010
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