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in your words a hint of something there is not sure or certain but almost and maybe a something that makes the hard fact of love a mere semblance of itself in the tentative way of so forth and so on it's not reassurance exactly that's wanting nor some stick straight declaration of affection nor even a slap or a tickle (tho truth be told i wouldn't mind) but acknowledgement the remembrance of a kiss furtive and unwilling desperate and forbidden a clumsy embrace couched in delusion and desire on a foreign couch in frozen climes a long time ago and yesterday love lost and forever found Roma June 2009 |