Lucien
I
Ah! Now I see!
I'm awake now
I really don't know how
I got here
I've been away for at least a few hundred years.
II
There's a spot kindling
of concentrated light
at about the height
of your head compared to mine.
It's just you
with poems on your arms
and a novel on your lips
that I want to eat.
III
Let it linger
like strawberry juice,
a sweet stain,
an ambrosial memorial
to something not lost but hidden,
kept at bay.
I make love to you when you're away.
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