Autumnal equinox―our bodies wove
a texture in the SUV uptown
under the oaks. Her skin was soft. I grabbed
her breast and our tongues freely played about
each others' breath. The sweaty leather stuck
to her backside. I don't know the order
it happened in or if she lied to me
when she professed a love for my body.
A length of back, the musical staff
with rests and chords; I read the notes out
and entered her first then. The window fog
reminded me of thoughts upon the mirror
of the mind. I meditated in
her sex and was released from a cycle.
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