Nearly, almost, often enough; parallels, tandem Separates brink close to closeness, rarely where One thinks - a favored Sunday bar nook, trillium Hedges for urban roses, un-copped sidewalk. Two shares Of treasure matchstruck, snuffed out by dawn, when sun Reports recent burn marks on contacted parts, black Versus red, bent by how intently one impressed another Into self. Stand and map each track in glass - what's past Is ever irretrievable. No pressured bruise imbues it Back - lust is a flimsy muse. So let healing sell You short, biology will win, we'll only skim slick Surfaces, slip fingers into heaven before settling in hell: Take each taste your tongue can find and steal - It's only so much longer that our skin will even feel.