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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.
Written by Baldwin
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