I remember when
sin slipped in with silken trousers,
roused the cat from its dosing hours,
languished in listless agony
as I sat to listen to your wandering thoughts
and just as I fought to hear them,
the dim lights frosted my eyes,
I am hypnotized
by the depth of your stare
and the curl in your hair
paired down with Japanese wax
I wax, I wane
I want to be your window pane,
the pain of being in lust,
from dust to dust.
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