a lost love
slides into your bed again
there's no treason
though the blood stirs
when a stranger speaks his name
each lover keeps the home
he made within your mind
and has a key
to lie with you unbidden
so long as you are holding
gentle thoughts of him
never feel a guilt
to hear me
whisper still within the night
old loves lurk in eyes
that brighten
to the new enchanter's sight
i too must rise from warmth
to drift with other ghosts
from worldly view
yet i'll come into your bed
some night again
and dream myself alive in you
"Never blush to dream" by Earle Birney
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| Psyche Opening The Door Into Cupid's Garden John William Waterhouse |
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