I left a bowl of fruit
on
the table in the kitchen
for
you to eat and thus kindle desire
in
your body and soul
because
I thought we might lie together
on
the bed beneath the full moon
streaming
through the open window
so that whispers of wind
may confirm
the sweetness of love
and
move your long black hair
across
the smooth white sheet.
~William Hammett
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