Sonnet of the Two Visitors
The visitor leaves no trace of herself
She drinks your coffee and sleeps in your sheets
But leaves things as they were
If anything a little cleaner
She doesn't love you
That's why she comes when you aren't there
You don't love her
How could you, if you've never seen her?
I much prefer the one who leaves behind aromas
lipstick marks on wine glasses
There is something pure I can still taste
She steals the taste of my mouth when she leaves at dawn
A stirring of the loins, perfumed strands of hair on my pillow
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