To forget what it is
to kiss
and
to be kissed
To forget what it is
to hold
and
to be held
we have all been born
and we have
all been left
out here
abandoned
god forsaken
alone
we all know what that feels like
don't we?
to forget what intimacy feels like
looking up at stars in the night sky
in their splendid isolation
weaving connections
that aren't there
except in our
drunken minds
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