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Three steps beyond the door

 
sometimes
I see your mouth across  
a room of tears
 
trace your curling lip
in that moment of pain
 
wonder what you taste like
 
sometimes
your arms wrap me
in evening’s silent grace
 
the scent of jasmine  
in raven’s hair
 
our room reduced to one  
 
sometimes
I imagine your body
dappled in morning light  
 
the ivory of your breast
beneath tangled sheets
 
I’d deify you then
Written by Goya
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