There was a poem caught between your lips.
I tasted it with my tongue as we kissed.
The words were soft and yielding
as if they were waiting to find the right page.
I took them home that night and tried
to remember them as best I could from
memory. Everyone knows memory
can be an unreliable thing. In our case
the words struck closer to the truth than
could have been expected.
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