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I remember how your hair,
a shroud of lustrous charcoal,
wrapped itself with winsome grace
around your neck and shoulders.
Your tresses concealed your nape,
kept warm under their tender shade.
Indiscreetly, I had dreams
of gently lifting your hair
and kissing your fragrant nape,
letting your perfume enter
my nostrils. Ah, the stupor!
Your sweet skin against my lips!
I carried that dream
inside of me
like a wounded man
carries a knife
inside his ribcage.