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Grey Morning

She  awoke,

And thought to find in the dawn’s smoky gloom

Her  friend;

But when she touched his damp cheek

He asked, ‘Are we still in our roles?’

His shuddering breath betrayed

The cold question.

‘Yes,’ she answered kindly, ‘we are.’

But ... Oh … Oh!

The light was cruel.

 

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Thoughts Coupled

sexuality not sensual

gutters out

 

if sensuality equates sexuality

finesse unplumbed

 

true intimacy of senses

transcends body

 

so simple so easy

so rare

 

 

 

cbt

 

 

 

 

 

 

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