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lemon drops

There is a hand that fits
when it is the first thing your heart reaches for
An open palm
fleshy and virginal
more intimate than the deepest kiss.
Your tears taste more like lemon than salt.
but your voice, your Voice!
like sand birthing pearls
causing a reaction in the depths
that pries the jewel of myself from the waters.
 
touch remembers
where you end and I begin
your caress is not so terse
I've loved the lost in you I've felt,
slipping in and out of your soul
only seeking to be sincere.
I woke up crying by the lake
not a breath was taken from me
still I wept.
Written by WhatIUsedToBe
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