sleep out in the gutter

when you lay with me
   in my room

I took in the soft aura of
  your face
and I felt as if I was
        looking at a work
of Ansel Adams 

         the lights of passing cars
briefly lit your painted cheeks
  and cast playful shadows
along the walls
          like how the sun toys with
          the canyons of Yosemite
and causes men to shiver 
  at the sight of its beauty.

          your red locks
 your blinking lashes
 your soft breath
carried my thoughts away
       away to 
a far away place

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