Im not who i used to be, i told him
without apology and without remorse
as he looked at me with begging eyes
for my reversal, for my rewind
a decade of time we celebrate
almost in a daze of liquid love
in a state of blurry situations
with our stroking hair familiar
each pass a line in my geography
cupped by hands and wrapped by legs
a breathless gasp deleting fog
as i return to true consciousness
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