There was a time

when I had a very small child

and I knew its body

through my fingertips.


But we lost that brief period

when we perceived each other like this

each part known intimately

without sight.


After a time

even unclothed,

we were clothed.


We receded each into the forest

and trees muffled our dialogue with one another.


Snow fell.




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