Gone where?

Gone where?

Where have you gone

baby boy – the scent

of you – turns my head

looking – your skin slips

silk against my chest –

I feel the hot imprint of you

curled as though you would

melt back into me and again

we would be one – where - oh

where have you gone –
 baby boy – you linger

in the air –

now

grown

flown

still

for-
ever
held

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