Inspired by Michael Winterbottom’s “9 Songs”:
There is no feeling of lack
Only a sense of abundance
In every inch of our bodies,
Your skin and mine.
Mouths parched and agape,
Crawling their way,
In search of the Oasis
Of our kiss.
Thirst is quenched from the desert
That was the void now gone,
When lips and bodies closed in
On the space between us.
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