I'd like you to come to me
as I work late
hunched over the desk
it seemingly afloat - a small pool of light
in the sea of darkness
in my mind you would be
dressed in a rough cotton nightgown
that revealed nothing - but your lack of pretension
and a beauty far deeper than skin
we would talk you and I
sitting close enough for comfort
far enough to be friends
perhaps finding resolution - in the quiet night heat
for matters that had troubled us earlier
your face would glow warmly in the faint light
bordered by dark satin hair
deep velvet eyes making me a little dizzy
as I forget to breath
till your smile reminds me again
perhaps there would be a slight breeze
from the open window
letting in also the murmer of night city cars
and occasionaly, the distant chatter
of lonely machinegun fire
then, you would smile
I would smile
you would return to bed
I would sit for a moment longer
in quiet contemplation
before working once more
I would like this
but it really doesn't matter
whatever you have in mind
will be fine :)
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