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skipping stone

my hand strokes you gently

during those early morning hours

of sleep

and dreaming.

I think of your body singing over me

in deep bass tones

of honey

and midnight.

these moments should be enough

but they wake in me a need

to have you love me like you fuck me....

with abandon

and thoroughness.

the problem is

you do not know my true self

or the depths of her heart

because she hides from you during waking hours.

you stretch and wake

and say good morning,

voice skipping along me like a perfect stone.

and I weep behind my smile....

for the girl I thought you saw...

for the girl who never was...

ahhhh, sweet one, beloved daydream.

thank you for everything...


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