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Feeding on the Moment

by Patricia Harris

The need so grand,
Just to touch your hand,
Just to taste the sensation
Of pressure from your lips.

To forget ever so briefly
The existence of the world
As we feed each other
The subtle sensations
Denied by separation.

Gorge upon my soul,
As I feast upon yours.
The rest is not a concern
Even to postpone
As the heart feeds on this
Moment for eternity.

Copyright © 2018 by Patricia Harris

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