Nothing like weighing your fears at night,
when you gleam from my shadows
that coat your body like sweat.
"You're all wet", I whisper.
You laugh when I wipe your head with a handkercheif.
"What is this, the 1800s?"
"Sh!", I say, "Sh!".
My lips are on your lips,
my sweat on your sweat -
there are no more shadows.
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