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Where we left off...

Oft when the night is clad by lesser light,
I lie still bathed in moonlit blue,
bartering reasonable for a love seasonable,
it's thoughts and dreams I shape from you

You are the saline I wipe shyly,
you are the smile keeping me calm,
yet teasing me till I lose entirely,
falling senseless to your charm

With thoughts attired in confusion
my mind refuses to see,
not your flesh and fragrance but illusion
causing this madness in me

The black scent of our ecstasy
still reeks the forgotten halls,
your breath, your scream, your fantasy
echoing in the bedroom walls

I seek once again the familiar bloody stain
on my skin where your finger bore,
creating patterns on your white lingerie
lying unworn by the bedroom door