The presence of desire
scattered over my mattress,
traced her scent
on the pillow.
The empty space
that draws its absence,
styled profile
in sheets and duvet.
Anxious solitude
that rebukes the dawn,
the rose of yesterday
wilting in the day.
A goddess ...
in my arms,
seeded Venus
and this mortal ....
Desperate ...
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