is where she waits for me, beaming
on the shelf of early dreams—
white legs crossed demurely
covering herself. They're nice legs,
though, pale and fine,
topped by those enigmatic breasts
I just dreamt about,
each long nipple sucked into a mouth
whose lips kiss sleep.
How can anyone rest
in such bright and angled light, when bathed
in his own, insistent, want?
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