Up the narrow flight of stairs.
Eyes closed
The dark door opens with familiar creak.
Of myself and her entangled
Radiator hisses and clanks.
Not in my body
Sweaty mattress on the floor.
Above us, out of us
Cool night drifts through the window.
One
Later we hear murmurs from the streets below.
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12 years ago
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