The Last Ache Of The Flesh

If only one could be
the last ache
of the flesh,
with hands
on the body
in the smell of sex,
as the eye fills
of image,
and the mouth
of taste,
and the head
of hearing
the sound of voice.
If only one could be
the last ache
of the flesh.

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