She slept in her bed
just as he left it:
All askew/rumpled with ecstasy;
and she wondered,
"Is he real?
Did this truly happen to me?"
Yet she knew he was there
for her body still felt him.
Then she thought how he told her
his guilt was a curse.
But mourning the cost
of her intangible loss
(Pondering who was the flame
and who was the moth);
to her was much worse.
It left her sad
with bereavement for something
she never has had.
How it seared her to tears
in the light of the day
when his molten hot essence
was taken away.
And she heard herself say
like a soul overwrought,
"Do I love him or lust him?
God, perish both thoughts."

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