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Are you ready to play, Mr Bond?

It's incredible what can be stripped away without losing meaning. Light, words, sound, Everything except the presence of another. How we communicate through our bodies, Through held hands and touching foreheads, Tight embraces and the feel of panting breath on skin, Cool and wet and yet the sweat evaporates anyway. Fingers draw circles as they map anatomy, Revelling in the joy of discovery Of a secret known by two. It is the gentle cupping of a face, The leaning in for a kiss, The intimacy of a shared bed And all the love undeniable even unsaid.

© Manoel T, 2021

stop trying to make it a sequel when it should be a we-quel