Of course you were so brazen with your hair,
straight across your back.
How long can these poles keep holding their light?
I'm not so sure.
These stories go on for miles in my head.
They have become a city underwater;
your hands splashing about.
You cross the room, pick up objects with your teeth,
move them into a pile. I watch you watch me
out of the corner of your eye.
How carnal we were these moments.
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