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December 1991

They looked so tormentingly succulent.
The shape, the touch, the harbored
emotions...
They were overshadowed by the
saddening reality that I
have to hide all of these new discoveries.
I wanted the taste
lingering forever,
the feeling neverending
But I look at you now and know
that I'll never really keep you.
Tangled hands and tangled feet,
the intense comfort in
a single night
can never replace hours of
jealous wondering
whether you're thinking of so many
other people
that have so much more to offer
than me.