Unfinished Words

I think maybe I'm not done yet 
Giving you my whole life 
Balanced 
Carefully on promises 
And proclamations 
Kneaded 
Into sweets 
Slipped softly into 
Your eager lips 
Tucked Tight against your bones 
At night I think maybe 
My body hasn't finished 
Living 
Pressed 
Greedily 
Against your own 
My skin confused for yours 
In our closeness 
In our open 
Outward 
Reach 
Pulling 
Panting 
Breathing deep 
Scents unique 
To us 
And 
I think that love 
Is afraid 
To close its eyes 
And so I try 
To see it clearly 
Caution 
Tossed 
To the waiting wind 
I seek 
Our memory

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