It took no time to touch just once
and only once made the rest up
for all the lucid touching.
We were alone.
We made unruly contact
and for that moment
no fear or regret came upon me.
Nor did you have one feeling
that was not clearly expressed
on your face
as you loved me.
It was a facet in time
that even after the remorse
became an ever stronger power over me
and I will always make a point
to not bring what happened
back into the room
where we were alone.
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