You are chocolate with mint
after hours
alit on my pillow
magically decadent
gifted moments
saved for days
what would have been digested
savored
sanctified.
This is not a fancy hotel
beneath the bridge suspension cables
still crusted with snow
city still sleeping
unshaken by day’s start
you rest
I throw away the wrapper
the place we rest together.
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