she lifts her dress
over her head.
the light is low,
a small lamp
in the hallway.
she is a shadow against
the wall,
the bed.
your shirt comes off.
your shoes
and pants,
you will make love
to her,
and she will
hold you in her arms
and say the things
you need to hear.
all of life
leads to these moments.
the rest lies
inbetween.
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