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Touching is something that people take for granted
A thing of youth 
Age deprives 
 you learn to live without touch
Do you remember what it was like to touch silk and skin
Do you remember what it was like to kiss
Gentle soft skin against gentle soft skin 

It's a guilty remembrance 
as if I am perpetrating some kind of crime
How dare I

How dare I 
remember you when you may not want to be remembered

Silk is the word that always comes to mind

Like running my hands over water
Oh God I did love water
Swimming is one of those things I don't do 
any more

To be wet when you're young it's so beautiful
Your features are purified and exaggerated 
and extraordinary and beautiful and clean
You are never more beautiful in youth 
than when you are wet or cold and flushed pink

To be wet when you're old 
it's just 
to be seen in all of your imperfections 
ashen and dry even when wet

Age doesn't like to swim
And age is not improved by cold

But I remember when I used to swim
like a dolphin dipped and dives
and stopping to catch breath

 I would float my hands on the water
 rest them on the velvet surface
 caress it and feel its definition
it's otherworldly texture 
It's atomic form

Silken and otherworldly and impossible
just as you felt to touch
How could anything feel so completely soft and pure
 and right
Our world is losing its water just as I am losing my water
My beautiful world is drying
 I'm dry
I dream water and remember the books that you wanted me to read Dune
In which water was so precious that even tears were saved only for those you love the most

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