I SEE bodies
making love
in privacy
the postures
try to draw
the lines between
love everlasting
and lust
disintegrating
into shattered pieces
that no one
later bothers
to pick
i see Love walking
out of the room
passing through
a door that
closes
gently
upon itself without
a key
I see you still sleeping
so innocent
and divine like
an angel
bedded in the soft feathers
of your wings
as i walk away
taking nothing.
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