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Laura

I remember how    
I saw you through the glass
of my back door  
the day you came to stay with me;  
you, outside, knocking,    
standing timid, yes,    
but eager for me, too --    
eager then  
and shining-eyed.  
   
And I remember how  
within my welcoming you in,  
you then became    
a golden shimmering,  
ready for a slow slow kiss;  
   
and this – this too:  
you    
whispering “Hello,  
how are you now?”,    
your red red mouth  
an embering against my ear,  
and oh    
the swiftness and the hunger  
of your hands  
to cup my face  
as if you’d been deprived of touch,  
of me,  
for months,  
   
and I,    
how I,    
then thinking this a dream,  
could barely breathe.
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