Naked on silk

There are sensations that haunt me–

Smells, sounds and imaginations of touch;

like a path of jasmine in spring,

a phrase from a Haydn Cello Concerto,

the texture of a painting you are not allowed to touch,

and this —

a large bed with loose sheets

your skin and mine–

naked on silk

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