I would never touch you

3 04 2014

It’s always raining,

street puddles forming

when I meet you

for the first time.

 

I do not touch you

or let my shadow brush you

when I see you

on that rainy street.

 

I only lean in

and breathe deep,

let your scent mix

with the smell of asphalt

coming alive,

 

I only taste you

on the roof of my mouth,

that worried flavor

like truffles

pooling on my tongue.

 


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