She fixed the collar on my shirt. It rained
sideways in the morning; I was drunk
on love or lust, on something I'd forgot
but thought again I'd find in her loose curls.
The low vibrating tones of her voice or
how she had rapped, syllables pouring out―
warm breath―I heard the movement of her arms
about the room. She moved in my dim dreams
like elephants, flamingoes―paradise
disclosed itself in her quiet sleeping.
The warmth of a quick shower filled the room
in which she slept. I thought about the time
when I had loved without want, I had kissed
her perfect skin and lost all track of time.
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