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I will remember standing on Regent street
After the gallery opening
Swaying with champagne
My teeth rattling in the chilled December air
Taxis speeding past us

And you holding my arms with your gloved hands
Kissing my cheeks, a dusting of glamour falling like glitter
Anointing the evening with your kind words
"You look great Hilaire, blue really suits you"
An early Christmas gift

Still, I feel the warmth of your grip
The brushing of your lips across my skin
And fail to grasp the shift in grammar
Which means you can no longer be conjugated in the present continuous



Credits
Writer(s): Robin David Rimbaud
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