Do not deny me a glance upon your face.
Make it so and come forth to me
For I cannot know justice or compassion
Until my pallet has your form.
My eyes are blinded by the memory
That embrace, that night-as-lovers.
I hunger for your presence, my friend.
No longer does your memory mollify,
And in my sleep I suck my tongue for
A lingering morsel of your presence
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