While You Slept
J
James McLain
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It is you,
meeting it,
on the way out of your window,
last night.
It is silver, it is you, rushed as pink.
It is you first in sounds, self hypnotics
breath asleep.
It is lower now, rested back to front,
egoist lowered is into you, chest deep.
It stirs you, blushed it's you, in is it, is me, as one.
It cuddles, cups that rush, inward down,
so silky smooth soft, *smile * it is now, forever touched.
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