Doting on Khalil

I lie alone, each night the same
I writhe in pleasure, terror, pain.
The dreams they come, the images plain:
Of I and you and us, the same.

I want to dote on you and yours
Like Mary on Khalil. 
I want to love so fully that
Nothing else seems real.

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