I wore your words today

How you got into my
thoughts, nobody knew.
The nervous quiver
of the first kiss.
The port for which we longed,
still playing the old love songs.
And a world in which
we both fit, are all possibilities.
You said, I write like Neruda.
I say, I write against
those dismal years,
those days before we met.
And your shifting body,
imaged in my fingertips.

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