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i find you under the covers
tucking hair from your eyes
and smelling like hotel soap.
duck into the swimming air warm nervous
breaths spent and doubled gambling against
pulses and eyes separating the
jumble of desert hues
your hair my hair our skin
charged skin with hairs standing up
blue eyes brown pupils growing out
and in we are this cloth cave held by bodies
your chest a wall weighing down
i want and you but this is
worries wind in my
head should i know what to do how do you feel do
you like my smile should i laugh can you read this in my eyes
you shift your weight
and nose to nose i see-
with a snap of sheets,
cool air
stuns my eyes my lips my
neck-
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