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I get into my cold bed at night and

I whisper the silly nickname

I have for you and then

I talk to you softly about 

what it would be like if

you were here with me.

We would sit in the afternoon sunshine

with our books and 

share a kiss and a cocktail.

Then I would prepare a fine feast 

for us and we would dine 

at my whimsical blue table

while the blue clock behind us

quietly ticked off the minutes

until evening.

Then we would walk the 

dogs to the park

and talk about our books

and hurry home

to softly slide 

down the hallway

to my beautiful bedroom.

We would climb into the bed,

now warm,

and hold each other 

until you rested your ear

on my breast

and told me my 

heart was beating,
gently and kindly,

as it should.

Then we would make love

in the moonlight

until our two hearts grew together

and we realized 

the glow of the moon

came from 

within us.