Sun is fallen, all is dim,
Carry bags and packages in.
Worry-stained clothes I slowly shed
While you sit waiting on my bed.
Let there be no claim that I've sinned,
Your touch is ice and breath the wind.
And where I clench your void to me,
There isn't anything to see.
I kiss your face, caress your hair,
all night, my little bed we share.
I fall asleep in your embrace
As nothing rests within that space.
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