This Never Happened

Your eyelash brushed my cheek
My breath cooled your neck
We gave each other permission
To submit to our human science

But our love was un-sociological.
How long can you stare at
A stranger in a room
Without blushing crimson?

When I hear this melody
I allow myself to be moved by
A past that may or may not
Become biography: hopefully never. ✏️

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