And a quick pulse deepens in the sheltered arbor of a dream.
And in it, I watch you sleeping in my bed.
Rhythmic muscled rise and fall
Of a mans soft, deep breathing.
The sharp lean edge of a well defined jaw.
The angular planes.
The memory by rote.
I lean in and quietly watch.
Spying the pulse beat at your neck.
Concentric waves of seisms trembles
along the shaded vellum of your skin.
I inch closer still
And without thought
press rose madder lips against the living proof of you.
A final sweep of lash
to caress your cheek
And I move away
To see the stain I've left behind,
The brand that would have
Made you mine.
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