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Apr 2015
50 years later I still
remember his hand on my breast
can't remember...his name?


sunlight lighting up
curls on his nape but
...his name?


sunlit curls
my breast under his hand yet
...his name?


so here he is
sans face sans name but
those curls...that hand


all I remember he
is a man making me
feel like a woman


my cat smirks
"Humans are...
so hard to understand!"
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
(Guildford)   
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