When I reach out, I can touch you
Like before...
I want to feel you again
If only as the brush of skin
For an instant
Still within the radius of my hand
Still there
More than a reminder
Of what I find myself
Suddenly longing for
But a person
Do you know it too
The hesitant knowledge
That comes in slow bursts
Knowing that
I love the way your skin feels
Against mine
Do we still have time
Can we yet look upon eachother
And see ourselves etched there
And reject it, in its false perfection
I want to see through
Veils of lies and scorch you
With my chill skin
Longing for your true touch
Against my own
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