For whatever reason,
your body makes me hum
lightly to myself.
Between the toes that
occasionally see the light of day.
The abandoned skin, an imprinted flower
that needs fresh water.
The 5 grey hairs hiding
behind and between the rest.
The best I can do is
construct a remembered section of time
to recreate a moment
that has gathered my smiles
and protected my greed.
~Tina Meeks
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