Becoming —

with one eye dipped in the pillow

I bite through my lip

another sweeping through the wrist

I see tomorrow Becoming —

where we meet again

and exchange glances again

our private ritual-we do not abstain.

I gently move closer to the pillow

a fraction of your gaze

from a distant that I see

and I know you want me.

I tilt my head, hairs like willow

all over my pillow

then you pull me behind the door

of the office, I adore

and we’ve been dreaming

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