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Feb 2014
you walked in so late at night
and didn’t even ask for water
(you never drink anything although i always offer),
fell asleep in my arms and rolled away without my noticing,
with the dawn silently slipped away
like you said you would
and i pretended to still be sleeping
though i said i would wake from your stirring.

when i awoke i saw your imprint
and thought how unfitting we are,


and still i missed your presence,
your smooth skin and wounded fingers
Michal Shilor
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Michal Shilor  Jerusalem
(Jerusalem)   
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