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When you loved me, you were in absentia 
most days -- then, the phone call, 
and the champagne, cooling 
in a bucket at some classy venue 
or another, of your choosing.  But first, 
came the grilling on the hot-seat barstool,
as it were, designed to disillusion me 
that I would matter much, underlining 
how easily you could leave without

regret.  Then, shifting gears, 
you'd give it up, because I was a thorough-
bred, gracefully jumping your hurdles, 
rewarded with your pleasure, 
imagining me unintimidated, placated
by a shower of gifts: baubles of silver 
and turquoise from Mexico, a gold bracelet 
of singular design, a spangled scarf 

I wrapped around my nude body
before lovemaking, charming you with 
the child in me.  But, mostly, I remember 
we scribbled on each other's backs 
as we lay together in the dark. I never 
guessed your messages, nor you mine.  
More vulnerable than you ever dreamed, 
I wrote "I love you" on your skin, 
knowing fingers were blind.

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