him again

quiet, soft-footed

mind elsewhere

with him

in that dreamspace of his

dark, warm


and spirit-heavy

where i cannot know what next he will do

what sound and sweetness he will draw from the saturated earth and air,

from me

with his mouth

his fingers

trailing my skin

making love rain


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