Around This Time

What about the Winter breeze makes your lust burn
What about the cool of Fall makes your heart and body yearn
In my omniscience I know all the things you touch at night
In my omnipresence I see all the things you save for the moon’s light
You lay like those in ancient paintings, holy and exposed
Liberated in your privacy and free from the confines of clothes
You take hold of your breast as the other draws water from your well
Behind your closed eyes you replay a story you’ll never tell

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