Nameless and Known
Some of us still know that feeling
That is woven into all the days and nights
The touch that once felt is always fresh
It moves with us, sliding along on our skin
Some call it love. Others, lust.
It can be the answer and the question.
Whisper who it is.
2 Comments:
It is always good to be known. And to have a name. Boldly whispered.
It sure is.
And to know that some just can't seem to forget the feeling they had when they said your name.
Rock on!
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