i overcame my childhood fears of night
after midnight out my window softly
ran rutted roads through forests fields and dark
eight miles to the farmhouse where you waited
in stillness with such anticipation
and led me by your sleeping parents’ room
to your bed that smelled of rose and lilac
faint the hinges’ creak as you closed your door
your feet made no sound across the old floor
nimbly your fingers my buttons your gown
your mouth on my neck your hand on my chest
pushed me back into bliss and down in down
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