Intimacy Alone

I feel my skin electric

room temperature feeling

with the window open

summer breezes remember

the size, shape, and heat of your hand

as it's fingertips radiate throughout my body

like a cool drink of sparkling waters

involuntary pulses break my static

refresh me, wash over me, and meet me

as i crackle around you

and rise to the top

from head to toe

inside and out

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Written May 22, 2009

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