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Description
You push back my layers:
hands pin the curtain of my hair,
lips part lips. This is the first
touch: our very centres brushing,
the sudden meeting of teeth,
bone to bone. And there it is,
the fabled electricity that crackles through
future lovers, tingling
from the first fleeting contact of hands.
The spark is soothed by your well-known tongue,
your well-loved mouth lingering on familiar paths
that now seem so new.
Our skeletons touch again,
no longer strangers.

Description
You push back my layers:
hands pin the curtain of my hair,
lips part lips. This is the first
touch: our very centres brushing,
the sudden meeting of teeth,
bone to bone. And there it is,
the fabled electricity that crackles through
future lovers, tingling
from the first fleeting contact of hands.
The spark is soothed by your well-known tongue,
your well-loved mouth lingering on familiar paths
that now seem so new.
Our skeletons touch again,
no longer strangers.