Phillipp Dismukes

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She has lately become one to touch
in the night when she never did before
reaches around to hold me
and I move with her
it keeps my mind occupied during those times
wondering why
when she never did much before
in the dark I can feel her fingers press against the words
Emily Dickenson wrapped around me
I recite them in my mind with her touch
and it occupies me when I need it most
and I wonder why when nothing has changed in me
it has in her.