The filtered light lays
across the emptiness of your side,
my hands clenched in memories
of calloused strength
caressing folds of pink.
The oak smell permeates
the satin walls-
a cage holding you in,
molecules of passion embedded
forever in me.
I languish in death dreams
of yesterday
of you.
Tomorrow is
of no consequence.
© K.D. Schultz
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