Somewhere my body holds the memory of our tactile poetry
All those sonnets, sketched in finger-paints, the songs of you and me
How our skin hummed, electric, sparked like wires in the rain
That drenched us dueling fierce and hungry, until we both lay slain

I have it all up here, this dusty library in my head
Through its windows, snow blankets the garden of our bed

Well, if you gave me soap and penknife I could reinvent the wheel
But I can’t carve a life-size replica of just how good it feels
To have known a fraction of you for a fraction of the time
That we spent stripping back the molds we somehow thought were yours and mine

And the future sits, like stone blocks, under dustsheets in our hearts
Waiting, just to be uncovered, and for chiselling to start

Well, people have a name for it since Newton’s apple fell
You hold our love like a fallen apple, my hands shake, like William Tell

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