So when what we thought
We were we were not
Served at least you always
Answered this was you
The one answering to my no
Always you had ways to draw out
Questions like thighs were
Told in their roles of skin
I wanted to kiss when this was
Done I wanted to go to what-
ever place this was where
You were always a place-
holder to an image of our
Mind which seemed its own
Barrier for thighs otherwise
But when I was between them
There was no other way to
Speak not with you not
Any other way but to imagine
Such a speaking if in fact
This was to come before us.
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