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I Used to see it in your eyes
They gave away the clues
How much you no­ticed de­tails
My hands, my hair
Run­ning your fin­gers through each
A want­i­ng to hold them

I Used to know it in your smile
It gave away quite a lot
How much you’d en­joy
My dumb jokes and dis­plays
Lis­ten­ing to your lips speak soft­ly
A long­ing to kiss them

I Used to feel it in your em­brace
It showed al­most every­thing
How much you held on
My tiny body to yours
Warmed by your at­ten­tive hugs
A crav­ing for your close­ness

I Used to sense it in your lust
It proved what was de­sired
How much pas­sion be­tween us
My naive won­der fi­nal­ly reached,
This im­prac­ti­cal per­fec­tion shared
A com­pul­sion for your hunger

Now I see it in your slack
Of words, close­ness and at­ten­tion
It clar­i­fied the turn of in­ten­sions
How much had let go dur­ing
Our fever­ish lit­tle games
For­get­ting what it was like
An un­want­ed les­son giv­en
 
 

—aman­da mau­r­er

Flom­mist Aman­da Mau­r­er likes art and bugs. She is also an in­tro­vert­ed artist with a lot to say. Heavy tea drinker. Finds joy in sim­ple as­pects of life. Copy­right © 2018 Aman­da Mau­r­er. Pho­tog­ra­phy by flom­mist Daniel Park­er.

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