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Memories of Shadows, Words

Memories of shadows, words,
and the flash of a TV elsewhere
spouting some nonsense,

which kept its speaker fulfilled.
My sheltering screen of malt whiskey
hid your talking with friends.

I spoke with my hands
you spoke with the others
talking in two conversations.

Their talk was of Whisky,
of hacking and fixing,
it could have been anything else.

I spoke to your skin,
your feminine skin,
smooth and warm as a kiss.

I had to explore,
to feel, to adore.
The talk had to stop.

(c) 1999 Dylan Harris

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