I thought I saw
You, last night,
This morning,
Wearing next to nothing so well
I thought I heard
You, yesterday afternoon
A murmur crept off your lips
Tiptoed across the room
Slipped onto my lap
I thought I tasted
You, just earlier,
Succulent and divine,
Apricot ambrosia,
Nectar of my vision.
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