What did I dream
before I saw you?
What lines did my hands long to trace
before they learned the contours from your ear to your wrist
by heart?
What flavours did my mouth crave when it watered
before it tasted you?
It must have all been equally out of reach, because
I don’t remember wanting any less,
nor being any happier.

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