there are pains of forgetting
reasons without want
fears without regret
in arms
where sleep stays
sex has slaved away
and
time turns into me
aging and dreaming
and playing
with stars in my hair
dry mouth
craving water
if only…
lust were regrettable
if only…
faces, limbs and
emotion
were as easily forgotten
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