Remember those nights when
we are alone in the world? We areall that matters, we see only
each other. Your heart and mine,
beating in the ancient rhythm,
the sacred dance.
Remember when your love is
written on my skin? When we were happy and snug
in each others' arms? Remember when there is only
the silent breath in and out of
your lovely mouth.
I could say I no longer love you.
That I don't dream of your
fingertips on my skin. That my mouth
Doesn't feel empty and abysmal
Without your thrashing tongue.
I could say I've forgotten you.
Or I don't miss you.
Or even I hate you.
Because I can never say
I love you.
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