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--for Doug

i curve into the s that is you. our
legs straighten together like highways a-

cross these sheets. our kisses lost within each
fresh crease. i run the curl of my hand up

your arm’s length, feel the bump that marks our time
like the hands of a clock ticking away

our shared minutes until the alarm cries
their end. lying intertwined on this worn

mattress, i cannot straighten my twisted
fist. instead i run its back across your

stubbled cheek. our tender feet, toes, and backs
crack as we move synchronistically to

the beat of our shared breath: wordless, we sense
its rhythm in each holy exhalation.



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