over skin soft
sensation of touch
melts night sweats
and greets the day
with ache of
memory
and in that moment
I became her
a created entity
just like the images
I could not prevent
the flow of momentum
existing between two names
neither mine
somehow a thought
without root
shot up into the sky
heralding freedom
from everything
nothing mine
nothing clear
except the day
and the jewels it contained
a glimpse of brilliance
as the cut of a gem
so beautiful
and solid
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