As strangers we met
To make love and separate
In dark rooms with no walls
Do you see me in her eyes
Love, Lust, Loneliness
A trilogy.
Sinking in your memories
I dream
I float,
I feel
Your skin touch mine.
Making love to a ghost of time
I cry
I sigh
I die
Making love to reality.
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