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I Remember

Alone in the night, the poet is filled with longing for his bride far away
Some lines for my sweet love

Lying here in the inky dark,
In the warm embrace of the night, 
My mind moves, and I remember,
Other nights like this, back home, with you.
But I am far away, alone,
Beneath an unfamiliar moon,
And foreign stars, unknown patterns
Shining down on my loneliness.
You begged not to come, and leave you,
Though it was just for a brief space,
Soon to return to your dear side.
It was my job, I said, to go,
One I could not in truth, refuse.
Even your tears could not change that,
However hard it was for me,
Though doubly hard for you, my bride.
My days are full, no time to brood,
Busy with doing, not thinking,
No time for regrets, but at night
They come, unbidden and unsought,
Silent companions to my sleep.

Lying here in the inky dark
They return, those sweet memories 
Of you, the feel of your soft breasts
Gently pressing against my side
As we lay, in the hinterland
Between waking and sleep, floating
In that sweet lethargy that steals
Upon the senses after love,
The aftermath of ecstasy,
A different kind of rapture,
Than the urgency of release
In that brief moment of orgasm,
A richer union of souls,
Than in the coupling of bodies,
True heaven, and eternal bliss.
But the vision that I recall
Most clearly, alone in the night,
Is the vision of your sweet smile
As I entered into the heart
Of your body, to carry you
Once more to earthly paradise.

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