She sits on the other side
past walls, past windows
past the cold that now
draws her near
when she smiles
I light up
when she saw me
I became hers
never hidden
ever present
she is the girl at the diner
glancing at me through the steam
of fresh ground Chicago blues
lights flicker
pans rattle.
as I leave
I
... dream of her flesh
against mine
The feel of her nails digging into my back.
and her legs wrapped pulling me in
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