23:41 - the Small
The area shared with the back of a chair.
Where the spine tails off and leads onto a square.
It's the end and the start of all back and beyond,
Not the standard companion for skin to flesh bond.
But regardless of plainness you managed to find
How handprints and backbones can feel when combined.
Your boldness of action, no secret intent,
Cemented sensations no mind could invent.
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