No one knows how cold it gets
in the space between my skin
and my clothes.
Wild and unkempt darkness
entangles and shields
I know they are out there
Those kisses I need to live
But darkness first
Never second
I come to terms
These times are important
When all of life's flavors feel gray
Stages of emotional celibacy
Always seem to make that first break
In the darkness
When the color and lips and warmth
All come flooding, tearing, and trampling
me back to my senses.
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