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Stay 

in absence of my chest ablaze
in a fiery tangle
of your teased red hair,
you sleepily exale
a kaleidoscope of dreams
and promises left unfilled,

while this drunken hero 
splashes brandy
into a plastic cup,
inhales the butt of night
for its last hit of smoke,
then grinds it away
into the bedpost.

I know you must leave,
but must you leave
the sweat and musk
of my nude body
to linger like the scent
of some exotic douche
between your thighs,

as you slip into your panties
to rush home to a husband
who has left unfilled
even more of your dreams
than I?

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