(for Nadja)
I dreamt so much of you
my hands grew molten,
my mouth a wild cave
with murmurs overrun.
Your loving tongue lulled me
undone. Your eyelashes
stroking my cheek
like a lacquered brush.
Here are your fingers
entwined with my own,
persuasions of words
half-known, electric desires.
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