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It's good for you.
shetrotsthemoon
It comes
And moves
Over
In sweeps,
Brushing her with
The feel of him,
Slipping over skin,
Seeping out from eyes,
Mouth.
Nothing more than
A word, a laugh
Brings him back.
He arrives in a sigh,
And in her smile, peering out through teeth
Tickling her tongue to laughter with his memory.
This nothing grin
Being the fullest,
The most.
Swallowing everything.
The least like nothing
Anything has ever been.
Not loss, not empty longing,
But a spill-
Over pouring and powering till
“Oh joy!”
She coos aloud to think,
Paddling in the depths
Of her satiating reverie.

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