In the absence
Of any whiff of joy,
And in defiance
Of every urge to write
About my hurt,
Instead, I'll think
Sweet thoughts of love,
Of me, romanced,
And then, I'll think
Hot thoughts of lust,
Of me, seduced
And taken.
Copyright 2014
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