The Morning After

What did my palms come to know what did my skin feel what did my eyes own as I transversed universes as I clasped light    conscious we are captive of time and age held together in ways undefinable on the wings of unsaid hope,    possibilities held as a moment's gift    who are we if not fools   holding love as a talisman a bushel of kisses as proof that when all fails there's a touch which knew    as we other our other worlds as we hold love-bites as we withhold wounds as we travel our bodies knowing there is life    knocking incessantly on the door and there is time    time only for one last kiss one last look       If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on ways of lovemaking - 

• Of Rain-Engulfed Rooms and Lovers in Spate
• Her Breasts as Shelter
• Your Body is a Truth

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