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Spectre 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.