My fingers brush along the ridge
Of soft rib, and I am fixed
Upon your skin, catching in
Memory, in fantasy
Of past and future lovers
You reach to sweep my hair away
Palm resting on the cheek
With universal weight
I close my eyes and feel
Any man's hand and understand
We bind our ties, weave in
Families and furniture
Comfortable in conversation
Common in anatomy, simple
In our self-deception
Your eyes always shine
Brighter than the last, until
They wash out, fade out
Over-exposed and undermined
By the glare of illusion
Then we trade and reassign
Quicker temper, quicker wit
Wider smile, wider hips
Interchangeable, relative
As we become generic
And this hand pressed
Against my cheek grows cold
Attachment fading in the vein
But I smile and look away
Not yet, not today
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