is an intent;
is an instant;
a grabbing hold
a never letting go
it is
words of love
meeting at a knot of string
tied in the middle
between old cans
held to eager ears
It is fulfillment and peak
plateau and satisfied
all in one
uttered past in present
as air pressed over teeth
and under lip
finishing with whiplash tongue
felt is forever felt

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