From one wormhole to the next,
I find you constantly in my mind.
Permanent, a mark,
a charred wall,
a piece of my brain
is always yours.
As I sit in this empty room
of my head
I let your memories come in
and sit down with me.
We sip some wine
together,
you and I.
And we talk past conversations,
and we laugh
all those laughs
I have stored
in the pantry of my heart.
Then, a touch.
A hand.
And you again,
not only in my brain
but on my skin,
in each and every one of my pores.
Inside.
And all of you
again
Is again mine
as I am yours.
Another wormhole comes.
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