It Happened Once, Then It Happened Again
She sneaks into the room
And her hair
Curls and falls upon
Her bare breast
The sweaty dew
And it's million droplets
Rise and fall
With her each breath
Like snowflakes
Under the sun
The sleet leaves her
Before I can
She turns on the lamp
And takes a bite
Of a peach
It's pulp drips from her lips
To mine
As if Spring herself
Awoke to dawn
And had breakfast
With me
Her thoughts, twice visited
By me, each day
Most days more
Hold me together
Like a pitcher holds wine
But the pitcher isn't aware
It may very well be
I'm not aware of
The pitcher's awareness
Thus I'm surrounded
By her
Lest I should crumble
And slip away
Nice 👍🏻
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