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Astern, puts clothes on and crinkles fingers- walks out and soon enough, sometimes we�ll try harder, get the paint from beneath our fingernails and shudder at the sight of skin Pressing tight the arms-length stretch of your eyes and follows me around a room your eyes build caverns of light and shower us all (at least here) in the dark, where every sin turns out to be mobile urban and clingy but only in the good ways, good times spent tears on lousy women once, one day might again Finding myself flipping the light switch in the bathroom, two hands under a faucet, face ----- splash then fingers press together around a towel and I move (gentle motions) back into her.
2004-02-27 | 3:39 p.m.
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