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Thursday night I get to sleep in his bed
I'm aflame that he heard the poetry I read
It's a miracle I get to be alone
All his, just us, at where he calls home

I love him more for making it real
I will worship him for seeing how I feel
How good it is for me to be in his space
To see if we could even live in the same place

For one night I am your guest
To cook you dinner and share rest
To see if I am yours for sure
To open up my heart to being more secure

Because I try to see that you are real
You're not a married man without the right to feel
That the way I will love you stirs your heart
By bringing us back to the part

Where your skin on mine is heaven
Where I'm asleep with you long before eleven
And you can say you love me more
Than you did each day before.

10/12/2004 0111 cj

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