Love:
The glass says it was no dream
Smudged redness at the lip
Confirming her lingering scent
Rumpled, crumpled sheets
Clothing discarded across the floor
Candles still alight, flickering dance
Gentle music caressing the ears
No, I was not dreaming
My lover is here
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