Uncertainty
The sound
Touching lips
Mutual interpenetration
Grievance
Self forgetting
For a moment
I had to be yours for sure
Perhaps happiness
Uncertain love
Indefinite intercourse
Hesitant submissiveness
Insecure thrills
We could not have done
Probably
Otherwise
I search you
Certainly
Again
No doubt,
I do not find you
Indubitably
The violin strings
And the piano keyboards
Can play
The same
Song
Variably
They play differently
The sound
poem by Marieta Maglas
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