How this, I can see it clearly,
your arm, warm and hairy wrapped around my shoulder
I know it is wrong
the feeling that comes without my awakening
even with closed eyes
I can tell another woman's ring is on your finger
I don't budge
I don't open my eyes
instead I turn to look at your face
its details crafting a new explanation
to the term between the sheets
to synonyms to making love
an orgasm for the lonely times
without feeling the pangs
a throbbing of a definite sin
on a last day of fasting
but in the dream world
coded as in I want you
as in I need you
as in let me touch your body
or allow yourself to touch me once
again, even if I am sleeping
in my sleep.
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