the streetlight sends
venetian stripes
across my belly.
I am full in this warmth,
button by button
fasten the deep red nightshirt
(the last fingers
to undo them
were yours)
feel the softness of the silk
where your skin should be,
against mine.

night sighs and settles.
on my mind, the repeating record
of your mouth
and seeking eyes.
your weight on the bed beside me,
your hand around my wrist.

the night is warm.
or is it just
your touch, the memory
against my skin.


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This blog is the collection of my poetry and prose, in chronological order from most recent to oldest.

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