A dam, breached
You touched my hands and shoulders
and small of my back
with tenderness and possession too
I can feel the close circuit sparking
even now, between us
passing
to an end,
yet shrouded
Stillness of now is
a trial to attend,
debating
the sandbagging of the dam
I carefully planned to
destroy,
a saboteur,
with triumph and regret
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