You turn away in sleep—
don't deepen my torment.
Can I claim your warmth
as my own?
You merge with my deepest slumber...
in love's fierce urgency.
Filling me with waiting's restless kisses,
will you grant me permission today
to touch your being
with profound longing?
On my lips
you wove eternal joy...
as if your long breath
remains utterly reluctant
to let melancholy descend.
The Joy of Bringing Down Melancholy
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