Entering the Room
When you enter like that--
tragically, hips akimbo,
the scent from your neck
floating and raising
the best part of me--
my thoughts dilate
to include you in dark
scenarios, sans clothes
finally revealed to me
like a dream catching sense
at the very end before\
I wake--
you, still roaming the caves
of my mind, tracing the walls
with fingertips I long to taste.
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