Residue

by on January 23, 2013 :: 0 comments

clutters your DNA
swirling with magical properties
making you, you, separate
but connected
to me
and her.

Clinging to you when available
squeezing me as tightly as you do
I say, “I love you,” but why
do I think of HER
when the syllables escape
my lips as I kiss YOU?

Unexplained is explainable
even though I do not see her
in your face
I feel her
in my heart
through you.

editors note:

Sweet is this severe separation, a bitter twist on genetic memory. – mh

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