on knowing

The sensuality of each word, fingertips lightly tracing my lips.
The cadence, a kiss.
The pitch, an embrace.
The spacing, fire.

Perfect Remembrance.

Fingertips lightly tracing my lips, sensual.
A kiss, cadence.
An embrace, pitch.
Cold, this spacing.

Perfect Ruin.

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