you’re always in that spot
nestled sweetly
untouchable
in the back of my mind where rhymes are made and
plans are laid
and best kept secrets stain the halls
a simple touch
our values fold
our hearts grow old
you’re always in that spot
with parted lips and steady hips
why can’t we find a quiet place
a warm embrace?
all the best kept secrets are hidden in the walls
why must you be so
untouchable
M.
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