retrograde blues

i dream
in a cruelly empty house
haunted by memories of lovers long gone...

my warrior has returned,
yet i still want the others...

impossibly brown skins
shaded with mahogany, copper, or chocolate
soft lips
gifted hands
ocean deep kisses
cologne and pheromone induced swoons

loving at sunrise
or sunset;
surrounded by spring buds
or summer flowers...
drowning in moonlight,
sweating in noontime sun
delighting in the treasure chest each brought to my door...

i have such a greedy heart...

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