others may write about eyes
about glances
what would I know of this?
-my sight extinguished at his touch
his hair running though my hand like water,
his lips like currents
pulling me deeper
drowning me in his breath.
in the morning – departing
buttoning clothes
like children gathering slippery stones
from the riverbank,
shoving sandy, never clean feet into shoes,
trembling, suddenly cold.
I thought I knew what this would cost me
- I should have known what this would cost me.
I should have known
love isn’t a price you pay only once.
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