Quit while you're ahead
By chrispypin
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
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Blinded
We make love under your window,
the sun up above us
bearing its weight on you.
Your back is roasted red.
I am blindfolded by brightness.
The air hot and still.
You are tender
you are rougher
you are there
wishing to ask
but unable.
I am reluctant
then wanting
wishing to ask
but unable.
Over.
You scramble for a towel.
I lay in silence,
lie in silence.
You lay down next to me,
fidget with the nape of my neck,
tap your fingers on my chest.
Sigh.
I stay still
lie still
I might slip from this place,
open my eyes,
find you are somebody else.
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