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Drums

Close enough to touch.
Close enough to taste.
Close enough
Just close enough
Too much to take in all at once.
Bits and pieces of a soul too big to digest in one sitting.
Close enough 
Wet the pallate 
Satisfy a craving 
Enrich a soul, breath love in, exhale love and butterflies. 
Just close enough to smother with rich, rare, to divulge alone.
Close enough. 
Selfish tastings of a gourmet universal, exotic, glowing specimen. 
Private rooms, sweet words, eager stares, longing hands, close enough.
Just close enough.
Take a portion, leave, stay, come close to leave a stain. 
Bleeding hearts.
Just close enough

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