A Profound Sadness
Comes over me
When I think of
Never being draped
In your Yellow Curls again
How you kissed me
As if it were a gulp
A great swallowing
Of my essense
And your saliva
Covered my Lips
Cheeks
Chin
Everywhere
The way an Infant
Eating ice cream
Cares not where it goes
And my hand
In back of your head
My lungs Breathing
Gulping
Your essence
And two pairs
Of Very Different Eyes
Meet in a Passing Glance
as we undress.
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