finally naked and wreathed you and I lie here still
a thin sheet between us; the heart's ill will
still, eyes upon on the ceiling's patterns I can't remove
the candle's amber dimming, through the room strewn
light touching the corners, our curious fingers meet
entwined in the covers; the truth of lust's beating heat
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