a tumble of limbs
in a clutter of sheets
book fallen, open hand
a plea to be held
unconsciously reaching for
something
some one
some you from the past
with arms i loved, still
remember the warmth of
the curve of, the feel of,
some you that i left
with a laugh, with a smile
with a toss of the head
disguising the tear
wet loneliness burned
down my cheek
haunting me now
in dream-tumbled clutter of sheets.
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