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When you touch me
Deep
It's not my skin
That shivers
Rather my bones
And flesh
Rumbling the earth
Making the world
Shake.
That is why
When your hand
Feels a tremble,
It is the world
Shaking
With my fervor.
When I think of your lips
The one thing
I miss
Is the cool breeze
That used to exist
Between us two
In that fraction
Of a moment
Before my lips
Touched you.