Unrequited

Even today, I swear it was me

(our lips, wet
shades of brown glistening
in the wake of our want
cocoahoneymolasses
conglomerate of passionate kiss:
prefervid and locking
in ardor. We bore witness
to crescent moons,
conversation to outlive sun’s lifetimes,
way of the world debated with embrace.
Two wholes reborn anew were we;
I and he.)

In the dream
And only her voice was left to wake me.

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