Distance

There is not distance between your kisses
To sense them as more than one.
And living, as I do, in this perpetual novelty,
I forget where you touch me,
Dimpling my soul like water ‘neath the legs of an insect.



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Apr 1st, 2002 | By Justin Brock | Category: Poetry
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