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mere touch
it passes like a stranger
nothing interesting
on a hot day

the tongue twists
asking for water
the teeth grits
asking for more

tonight what shall i be?
a wolf? you will fear me
i could be the moon
that embraces all of you

i can be the grass
where you sleep and dream
a touch from your body
makes me a tree
a sky, a world, a universe

i become a meteor
living through
an infinite space

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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