In sweet repose
with cherried prose
My heart distracted airs itself
pulled out from underneath your suffocating hips
A burning deep
to cavernous soldiers known
Resumes whenever and when not
that glorious form, lying prone
Begins turning
out of sleep
Briefly to squirm, revolve
once or twice
We are forbid it
but not a single eyelid
Shuts you out
Your blonded hairs and shaded lips of gray
I wait to wonder
if when we meet
In sacrifice across the sea
You'll blow a kiss without a price
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