Back to me

I saw her lips

And reached out 

To trace them

But I couldn’t 

Stretch that far:

It was just 

Imagination,

Not like I could

Kiss them,

Here, in real time.

I closed my eyes

To feel her

Firm hands

Tracing me

Reaching mine.

And she was 

Dreamt right

Back to me.

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thefitzroyflasher

words, love, hate, life, death, street art, feminism, GLBTIQ rights, human rights, anarchism, graffiti, tags, writers, writing, poetry, politics. Je suis l'artiste anciennement connu sous le nom de Flasher Fitzroy.

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