Press

If we
had no books
only ourselves
what would I
read in lines
of your face
how long
could I browse
the corridors
of your eyes
where would
I not hear
the echo
of your voice
even our heat
would speak
and we would
learn by embracing
and the press
of our fingers.

— Rick Maxson, more Molly and the Thieves

T. S. Poetry

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