Silly longings

a fine printed poster
of the fab four
stares down
at the wrinkled
blank canvas
of my bed.

“I need a woman,”
one of my pillow
whispers.

even the bedside lamp
longs for
fragrance of your
hair and
your morning smile

once in a
while.

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