I see you lately and wonder if you remember even faintly

that we were naked and held together

by whispers and feelings and joining

and sighs and moans and secrets

and gazes shared in sacred and tight spaces.

I see you lately and wonder if we were worth

the tender longing for intimacies past

and wished for knowing, bared only in shared paces and

ambles in singular nearness.

I see you lately and wonder if we are worth remembering at all.

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