As the last calls
of an old lodge
bellow into sapphire snow
in a dusty room
with a rock fireplace
and dark wood mantel
it is provocative
to watch us
make love in my mind
I see glimpses
of our movement
in a gilded mirror
headboard rumbles
faint moans
down my neck
then your hand
brings my face back
so slowly
and the ghosts
of our lips
entwine.






















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