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That Night

That night I wanted to put my tongue inside
you, lick
 the thoughts that make your voice
tremble.  I wanted to send whispers
of dry wind through your canyons; rub
unease from your thighs.
That night I wanted to pull over
you, like a summer sheet
and hear your confessions bleed
against my chest.
That night you passed by me,
with only a glance.