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I would like to meet the “me” you imagine
when we meet in the night.
Is it the same person
as when we conversed in daylight?
To read your thoughts
as you assess, my face,
my body. Have you sought
to understand he who takes my place?
I see how your body moves,
how you flick your hair;
for a brief moment
that fixed, piercing stare.
Those eyes are weapons,
they sear my soul;
deep like an ocean,
in which I drown.
Those eyes are like a lover’s,
they touch and caress;
like your breath on on my ear,
the graze of your breast on my elbow.
I would like to meet the “me” you imagine;
the “you” that entrances me is hypnotic,
exotic and intoxicating; sleep well
my dark goddess.
Les Bush
8 April 2013
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