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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