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Ships at Sea

There are experiences that get encoded into your being. Later,  much later,  when it is time for one last curtain call,  I will look at the faces of nameless strangers in my audience,  and smile as I bow for one last time.
I know that I will not find you in the crowd.  I know that I will not be looking for you outside of me anymore.

I will smile in the fond memory of your lips on mine.  I will tear up with the lingering warmth of your breasts on my being. I will,  for one last time,  run my hands on my body,  and try to redraw the maps you drew on me once. I will look at myself reflected on these screens for one last time,  and find you smiling through the twinkle in my eyes.

Out of the multitude of ships at sea, one,  for a little longitude in the time,  sailed so lovingly close to me.
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