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You Did not Know It Then
You did not know it then,
how on that deep December night
when shivering,
in breath held moment’s pause
before you climbed into my bed,
you stood against the frosted window pane,
all streetlight backlit clad
in silvered silhouette
I watched in quiet joy
from there beneath the ready hollow I
had body carved to shelter you
between the blankets and the sheets,
the semi-circle in the air
that always you glide out along the rim of night
when taking off your clothes
that presages your body’s show
of eagerness for me.
I watched then too
the way you rushed from where you stood
to swoop beneath the coverings
and how you hastened me,
with burring sounds that trembled all
you limbs
like someone fever chilled,
to gather you, and swirl you tightly close,
within my waiting arms,
and how you brought your face to me,
and how you pressed your cheek
to mine in urgency,
and sought out with your mouth
the pulse within my neck,
and lingered there,
and then sighed out against my skin
that finally, finally, you were warm.
how on that deep December night
when shivering,
in breath held moment’s pause
before you climbed into my bed,
you stood against the frosted window pane,
all streetlight backlit clad
in silvered silhouette
I watched in quiet joy
from there beneath the ready hollow I
had body carved to shelter you
between the blankets and the sheets,
the semi-circle in the air
that always you glide out along the rim of night
when taking off your clothes
that presages your body’s show
of eagerness for me.
I watched then too
the way you rushed from where you stood
to swoop beneath the coverings
and how you hastened me,
with burring sounds that trembled all
you limbs
like someone fever chilled,
to gather you, and swirl you tightly close,
within my waiting arms,
and how you brought your face to me,
and how you pressed your cheek
to mine in urgency,
and sought out with your mouth
the pulse within my neck,
and lingered there,
and then sighed out against my skin
that finally, finally, you were warm.
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