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"Hello There"
Do you know what it means
When I tell you I want to see
the fine curves of your face?
Not the way they appear before me,
fully clothed in their finest bifocal attire,
but I would like to see them
naked in a moon soaked silhouette.
Do you know what it means
if I say I want to look at you
without your glasses on?
Oh, to see the way your cheeks feel
carressed against the palm's skin
as the cool air of the night
nurtures another flood of endorphins
as some scientists would have me say.
Do you know what it means
when I tell you I don't really know you?
At least, not in that certain way,
not in that way a part of me would like to.
Not only do I not know your face
lying, windows open, in bed on a cool moonlit night,
but would you know what I mean
if I told you that, at least for now,
I'd rather we learn more than just the other's name?
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