The Woodwork


I recognize
every aspect of this moment
from beginning,
to its end.
And, though,
every detail has changed
it is just as perfect now
as it was,
back then.
When,
what enveloped my soul,
rooted to the quick
felt more than a dream,
you know
of love, mind you
not lust,
but full blown passion
from a kiss-
from these lips.
That I,
had yet to feel
and, still,
might never know.

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