Cotton sheets

Two people in love,
an illusion
lost in silence.

Cotton sheets,
soft against my body,
remind me
of his gentle touch,
caressing my skin;
the aching fire
burning within.

Holding a pillow
instead of his body;
clinging tight
to feed my hunger.

Cotton sheets,
once damp with sweat,
Moist now from tears.


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