Vida

I know not your eyes,
your skin,
the way that you move;
Yet I crave you.

I know nothing of your scars,
your freckles,
the lines on your palm;
Yet I feel them under my fingertips.

I know not the life that flows through your veins,
your mind,
your heart;
Yet I long for it to alter mine.

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