What did my palms come to knowwhat did my skin feelwhat did my eyes ownas I transversed universesas I clasped light consciouswe are captive of time and ageheld together in ways undefinableon the wings of unsaid hope, possibilitiesheld as a moment's gift who are we if not fools holdinglove as a talismana bushel of kisses as proofthat when all failsthere's a touch which knew as we other our other worldsas we hold love-bitesas we withhold woundsas we travel our bodiesknowing there is life knockingincessantly on the doorand there is time timeonly for one last kissone 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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