beneath covers we
kiss and
touch and
speak memories
and upon reentering the
world remember that
time—unlike our hearts—
does not stop on each occasion that
my hand
slides
past
your
hips.
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the sieve and the sand 
by slides past your hips do you mean you begin to touch her shoes?
no…her calves.
sometimes i get confused