In the Dark


I remember him

so much better

when the lights

are off

In the dark

I can almost see it

The imprint of his body in my sheets

next to me

As if he never left

It seems

they cannot forget him either

I can practically see it

the shape of his long legs

and I remember

just how perfectly

they would embace mine

In the dark

I can almost feel the imprints of his hands

On me 

Inside me

Caressing my soul 

with his shine

His hands

So gentle

And yet tense with power

So rough

And yet soft like silken sheets

His sheets

That knew not

of where I began

And he ended

And if they could speak

they’d have much to tell

But would find no words



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