There is a moment as all things meet,
an incomplete memory, instinct,
a loss that becomes found
before it is forgotten again.

A mouth that finds its mothers teat,
oil that runs through dry cracked wood,
a key rolling the tumblers of a lock.
A knowledge of being together
family within the familiar.

I saw my reflection enter your eyes,
my body shifted as we trembled touches
my lips fit the socket of your neck,
the stubble on my cheek.
All greeting each others first moments,
even the blue-flower patches on your jeans
had a memory of the weave.

There is a moment as all things meet,
instinct, when all things complete
a loss that becomes found
never to be forgotten again.
Written by Razzerleaf
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