Between the time it takes
For me to fall once again in love with
The insidious ways your eyes reflect light off mine
And for me to fall into
The spaces in the creases and
Indentations on your skin
From too many hours spent under warm sheets
Against cool pillows and over-zealous orifices
I lose more sleep and more nerve endings
From the fires ignited by your intrepid fingers
Than I ever will in any lifetime untouched by your presence
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