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nonspecific memory of looking at your mouth

not in a particularly lustful way
nor in a way entirely devoid of lust, in fact
the intention was situated
precisely in that liminal space
that enables a passively shared
meatless breakfast,
the night after a simple thing,
 good

to have been with you, in a capacity
to have spoken with you,
 there

on your bed, one of us
accurately estimating me,
 finally

who knows if there was a breeze