It's How I Know I Knew - Poem by Piccola Scimmia
That kiss that would free me,
That kiss that would liberate me.
That kiss that would save me.
Our lips lock, mouths one at the touch.
And no saying which one was whose,
Where his borders stopped and mine began,
Or mine stopped, his began.
And all that which anchored me,
And reassured me in that place,
Where I would lose myself willingly.
Talking to me.
To come home.
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