To his muse
Awakening and lingering at the edge
of departing dreams, remembering
the flesh against his that withdraws
with the dream, the touch of the skin
against his, the long, slow joining
of bodies, his moment of fulfillment,
all disappearing, becoming an echo
of something briefly hauntingly real
as this life awake itself.
19.12.2024
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