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Body Heat

By ambnyc, Rego Park, NY

This morning I opened my eyes
To the glare of the morning sun
And the whir of a ceiling fan
Cutting like a knife through the silence.

I reached over and felt the spot--
The creases still there, the mattress still hot--
The you-shaped indent
Which I had come to take
For granted.

The covers feel like heavy silk chains
And I suffocate
On the memories of bygones and
Essence of you
That still fills this room.

Last night, I dialed your number
(Fingers trembling, ever so hesitantly, eyes aglow--)
Your voice, refreshing as the gentle wisp
Of a summer breeze

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