like a diligent
skilled archaeologist
his hands brush the dust
of time from her skin
under her closed eyelids
dreams long abandoned
awakened by a gentle
caress of his lips
Old songs
find their lost lyrics
Skin discovers
new hieroglyphics
he opens her
fold after fold
leaving a trail of desire
and love tattooed in
bodies read souls
free of space and time
like the last expert linguist
reading a forgotten language
like nebulous bruises
from a bursting galaxy!
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