Aimee-girl out Lutz-way

comes back to haunt

my momentary self,

soft and earnest smiles,

quick eyes and quicker hands

but both we knew

and only one slow-sparked

sweet just-barely touching

kiss that stopped the world

would come to naught

and confirmed in each our eyes

as our fingertips touched still

alongside our breathless thighs

that never would ever this be

and for a half-year more

but passing eyetouches

and half-sad full smiles

across a college campus

quad and nearby classes

and some quick words

before our worlds dissolved

and still that slow electric touch

of your soft yet sharp lips to mine

haunt me still from Lutz to Sanford

and everywhere else since.


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