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Time Warp

Handwriting against your page
Strings of pearls, flavor your tongue.
Let me taste what I cannot touch.
It may take days; I’ll give you months.
The words will flow, my love.
I feel them, nearly, to myself.
I know in a few (months? years?)
we can both understand our ending.
Let this be our penultimate moment
(day? month? year?)
Let it last.
Leave it inside me.  I like to feel
what I cannot say.