untitled (7 June 1998)

There is nothing
like this feeling.
Nothing.
It’s the beginning
of the beginning
and
it is blissful.
The smell
left on my skin,
the way
my lips still tingle,
and the rush
I feel
just imagining
seeing
him again.
Ah,
the beginning
is so thrilling
even if,
from this,
comes nothing.

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