Fleeting teases
that spark my skin alive
or maybe it is my heart
starting to beat again
and a smile
can be so consuming
and I learn how to breathe again
Infatuation is more than a word
lingering on the tip of my tongue
but a name
I slowly enunciate each letter
as if the alphabet
is a new place for my mouth to explore
and I welcome each sound, old friends
thankful for those quick touches
sparks waking me up once more
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