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Somewhere my body holds the memory of our tactile poetry All those sonnets, sketched in finger-paints, the songs of you and me How our skin hummed, electric, sparked like wires in the rain That drenched us dueling fierce and hungry, until we both lay slain I have it all up here, this dusty library in my head Through its windows, snow blankets the garden of our bed Well, if you gave me soap and penknife I could reinvent the wheel But I can't carve a life-size replica of just how good it feels To have known a fraction of you for a fraction of the time That we spent stripping back the molds we somehow thought were yours and mine And the future sits, like stone blocks, under dustsheets in our hearts Waiting, just to be uncovered, and for chiselling to start Well, people have a name for it since Newton's apple fell You hold our love like a fallen apple, my hands shake, like William Tell From Letras Mania