He lays supine in the hot underbelly of my stalker mind,
my lover
holding a flute of champagne
and welcoming arms
when I wake, he is already there,
like a forgotten dream
I'm only beginning to remember
My hope is unquenchable
my thirst,
irredeemable,
I take refuge in truths, the naked self tossing in the hot humid night
Soon to strip the truth bare,
I know why he stays, misery included,
if he expects an accolade,
I will not give it,
my hot lover in the dark.
In a deep pocket of my soul he has a home
and we live there
together.
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