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It was dark,

but still I could see your eyes

and knowing



they watched



mine

and connected / disconnected your hand

upon my thigh



and then was someone else’s for a time

and then another time

was mine





It was; this is the way it was - and I remember:



not because I have no choice

but to remember



but because I choose

not to

forget;



not

because the sky was bruised;

not

because the truth was warming;

and not because I cannot change

my mind; as I



can change; my touch

can change; my eyes

can change; my love,



my love.