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Your back was to me
When I touched you
And, rousing, you turned.

But your eyes were closed
As you received my kisses--
Stayed closed, dreaming.

I saw your waking desperation
To be somewhere else
With someone else.

So, I went down, hiding my face
Amid your sex, lest you come
To realize I wasn't who you dreamt.

And daring to open your eyes,
You might find
I was no longer there.