ERIC Poem: Paramnesia, by Katie Pfeifer

Is it easier
To talk to someone and make the connection?
Or is it easier to take off your clothes?
Your fingertips
Caressing mine
Seems less painful
Than asking your favorite color
I want to feel
Each crease on your stomach
Than call you a name
You’re not a name
You have no name
You’re the paramnesia
The ghost who came to me
I don’t want to talk
I want to feel your body
Entwined with mine
Sweat upon sweat
Lust upon lust.

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