To the woman who slept on my bed

Here I lay,
clothed in its warmth,
familiarizing a body
with the sultry air
your skin embarked; as my
fingers guide their way
through the rumpled sheets
mapping what was your movement.
I plant my face

on the pillow to inhale
the scent of your energy:
dry sweat, tears, saliva; a narrow

toward a fragment
of your being,
as I reside to the only region
where I can possess you.

When: June 16, 2011
Where: room

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