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Who Shares the Space (At the Time)
From fairest of the outer shell,
to the bronze of curves and slope;
to the brightest of the foggy-blue,
to the depths of darkening brown.
This holding, hugging, bringing close
and clutching of the nervous voice,
may demonstrate a simple need
that's met by catastrophic fuzz.
Loosened bounds or tightened grips
that serve to tie or sever we,
who may or may not love another,
sleeping here or somewhere close.
Touch may come against our wills,
division forced by cirumstance.
Providence confirmed or not;
at they're behest for most or all.
While it lasts we ruffle bedding
as often as it's allowed to be,
and more than likely they'll return to
seek out more of my form and ways.
Until we may feel surrenders
bubbling at our tongues and lips,
we'll dance a dance that's lacking permanence
all while using words,
that sound like forever.
