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I associate her name with motion
I think of her hair flying around her shoulders
an aura, a series of waves

I remember watching her fingers flying over keys
white words zipping across the blue screen

I recall hips swaying - a slow gradual arc
a guitar driven movement

her body half awake on mine
rising and falling

I have witnessed fleeting moments of her sleep
 curved shape still as glass

breathing deeply

while I, close by
could not breathe   at all


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