Your gaze fills our separated space

Crowded place

blush of roses lights my face

Home

thought reflects out to me

I see

guarded emotional security

Contained

windows to your truth drop closed

Repose

I am alone and watch you doze

Upstairs

the way your eyes caress my legs

In bed

plays havoc with my head

Maybe we should wear dark glasses

As time passes

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