In the Fold of Our Farewell

A Poem

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If ever comes the day we part,
Unbutton your blouse, unclasp your bra,
For there, beneath your breast, I’ve left a note,
Where we first met, and where I bid you adieu.

On the curve of your skin, my final words reside,
The last of my letters, a secret only you can find.
They’re etched not in ink, but in the language of touch,
A script of sighs, a dialect of love’s hush.

In the parchment of your flesh, my sentiments unfurl,
A hidden manuscript in the atlas of your curves.
It speaks of moonlit dances and whispered dreams,
Of lingering glances and silent screams.

So, if we ever wander on separate paths,
And the world’s cruel hands tear us apart,
Remember the message I’ve left for you there,
A love note hidden in the fold of our farewell.

And when you read it, know that I’m near,
In every word, in every tear.
For though we may part, my love won’t fade,
It lives in that message, forever saved.

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