in the bed you left behind
when worn down by the world’s crap
your body comes to mind
and I just want to lay with it
(the pillow still keeps your scent)
as if nothing had come between
and fall again with you
into love’s mortal dream
capricious clouds and wind
but all out there beyond
the trembling window pane
and life can wait and the gods
for a change while we love again
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