a cold, wet seat on a winter deck without a tarp
I shiver and dream of sinking into a strange sofa
while cards are on the table in a game of waiting
planets orbit resolving around each other
tumbling clothing reset into rapture piles
a memory of the first time they made contact
tumbling clothing reset into rapture piles
a memory of the first time they made contact
the taste of garlic and cold through the veins
gentle whirr-whirr whirr-whirr whirr-whirr
behind my eyes crawls a different memory
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