10 Jan




Sunday mornings

putting lotion on your legs

singing in the shower

to a Beach Boys song

despite the fact that I hate Bryan Wilson and his falsetto

you arch your back

wrap yourself around me

a strange hungover feeling

like atomic fission

energy dispersed

hair a mess tied back

no make up, no clothes

the heavy paper, at least three hours of pertinent information

hard to maneuver


soy milk, because you don’t do dairy


            your lips

                        my big bottom lip

six nights of passion

one day of rest  


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