in coolness
they flaunt their
unwashed bodies
coil and merge
her head
touches the lobe
of his ear
he stares
at the yellowed window frame
the fly, winged voyeur
stares back
she kisses his ear
he flinches
carries her engulfing bosom
to the altar
of his mouth
he hesitates
worlds are born
in the gap
between loving
and refusal
to love
Thursday, February 11, 2016
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