When I Grew Up

July 18, 2005 ✍ Poetry poem unrhymed

When I grew up
I knew my lover's hand
Every crease and rut

When I grew up
I knew my lover's touch
Tingles down my spine

When I grew up
I knew my lover's caress
Hard yet soft

When I grew up
I knew my lover's lips
Gentle across my body

When I grew up
I knew my lover's voice
Whispering in my soul

When I grew up
I knew my lover.

22 September 2000
6:20pm est
Michigan

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